Homer turns around and looks out the workshop window.
“You wanna see how the hooks work?” yells Homer, angrily. “You wanna see the freak?” Homer fumbles with the doorknob, but can’t open the door.
Luella and the other children move away from the window.
“Alright,” says Homer, “I’ll – I’ll show ya!” He punches his prosthetics through the panes of the workshop window.
“Take a good look!” he yells at his sister.
Luella stands in front of her brother, shocked at his angry response.
“I didn’t mean anything, Homer!” she says, sobbing. “I was only…”
Homer realizes what he’s done, and looks down at his hooks, and then at his sister. “I – I’m sorry, Luella,” says Homer. “It isn’t your fault. Go on and play with your friends.”
Luella tearfully backs away from the window, then turn towards her friends who are watching from the driveway.
Homer turns back to Wilma.
“I know, Wilma,” says Homer. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have acted like that. It wasn’t her that – – burned my hands off.” He picks up his rifle from the floor. Wilma’s theme begins to play.
“I’ll be alright,” says Homer. “I’ve just got to work it out myself.”
“I can help you, Homer,” says Wilma, walking toward him.