Homer aims his rifle and fires at a target. Wilma tries to block her ears from the noise. She smiles at Homer after he shoots, but Homer ignores her expression.
Homer puts the rifle down and walks toward the target. He plucks it off a stack of cordwood and examines his aim.
“How did you do, Homer?” asks Wilma.
“Only fair,” says Homer. Wilma looks at the target.
“You did fine!” says Wilma.
Homer smiles at her. “I’ll do better,” he says. He picks up the rifle and examines the bolt action.
“I’ve been wanting to have a chance to talk to you,” says Wilma.
“What about?” says Homer.
“About everything,” says Wilma. “About us.”
“What about us?” says Homer. “We’re alright, aren’t we?”
“No,” says Wilma. “Listen to me, Homer.”
“I’m listening,” says Homer.