As Mr. Parrish buttons Homer’s pajamas, Homer motions with the cigarette in his mouth. Mr. Parrish removes the cigarette from Homer’s mouth and places it in the bedside ashtray.
Mr. Parrish stubs out Homer’s cigarette in an ashtray.
“Goodnight, son,” says Mr. Parrish.
“Goodnight, Pop,” replies Homer. “Thanks.”
Mr. Parrish closes the door, but leaves it slightly ajar. The scene fades out.
Marie Derry is brushing her eyelashes while reclining on a couch in her apartment.
The door opens. Fred walks in, carrying a box of groceries. “Hello, babe,” says Fred.
“Whatcha got there?” asks Marie.
“Supper,” replies Fred, heading for the kitchen. “Cream of corn soup, potato salad, salami, and liverwurst.”
Marie gets off the couch. “We’re going to Jackie’s Hot Spot – I phoned and made a reservation!”
“We’re eating at home,” says Fred, taking off his jacket.
“What’s the matter, honey?” asks Marie. “You sick or something?”
“No, dear,” replies Fred, “broke.”
Marie stares at Fred. “Broke?”
“You got it,” says Fred.“Well, what happened?” asks Marie. “Where did it go to?”
“We spent it, babe,” says Fred. “That’s what happened. I’m sorry it’s so sudden. I didn’t tell you the money was almost gone, because every day-”