Butch is playing “Up a Lazy River” on the piano.
“… whatever they do is wrong,” says Butch.
“Why don’t they understand that all I want is to be treated like everybody else?” asks Homer. “Take Pop, for instance: he was cleaning his pipe, like I’ve seen him do a million times. And all of a sudden, he got conscious that he had hands, and- and I didn’t, and he – – he stopped cleaning his pipe and he tried to hide his hands like he was guilty or something.”
“Give ’em time, kid, they’ll catch on” says Butch. “You know, your folks will get used to you, and you’ll get used to them.”
Butch plays a chord.
“Then everything’ll settle down nicely,” continues Butch. “Unless we have another war. Then, none of us have to worry, because we’ll all be blown to bits the first day.”
Butch plays a glisscando on the piano.
“So, cheer up, huh?” says Butch. Homer smiles.
Al stops by the piano. “Hey, Butch…” whispers Al.