“Glad you did, Homer,” says Butch.
Homer picks up his Pilsner. “Welp,” says Homer, “Here’s to you, Butch!” He takes a quick sip and sets the glass on the counter. “How am I doin’?” asks Homer.
“Kid, you’re doing great,” says Butch, patting Homer on the back.
“Thanks,” says Homer. He turns to Fred. “Say, Fred – where did you leave Al?”
“Oh, Al?” replies Fred. “He’s home – – in the swankiest apartment house in town! We’ll never see him again!”
As Fred speaks, Al, Millie, and Peggy enter Butch’s Place.
“Say!” says Al, “This is the best place we’ve been yet!”
“Hey, that’s Al!” says Homer.
“Oh ho!” says Al, clapping his hands together.
“We were just talking about you!” says Fred. Al gives Captain Derry a smiling salute. Al claps both his friends on the shoulders.
“Oh, my aching back!” laughs Al.
Millie and Peggy make silent eye-rolls, realizing this won’t be an early night.
“Hey, Millie! Peggy! Step up and meet the gang!” says Al. “This is Homer, this is Fred,” he explains, pointing at the men in the wrong order. “This is my wife and daughter.”
“How do you do?” says Homer.
“How do you do? repeats Fred to the ladies.
“Homer and I were together in the Battle of Lingayen Gulf, only we didn’t know it at the time!” says Al. He turns to Butch. “How are you, bub?”
“How do you do?” says Butch.
“Al, this is my Uncle Butch!” says Homer.
“Butch?” says Al. “Oh, I hear you got a new neon sign, huh? Good for you! Now the party can really get started, eh?”
Butch leads the party over to a booth.