Homer continues to examine sports photos on his bedroom wall.
There’s a closeup of Homer playing basketball. Another shows Homer about to throw a football.
Homer opens his bedroom door and heads for the stairway. His father calls from another bedroom, “You alright, Homer?”
“Yes, Pop – I’m just going down to get a glass of milk,” replies Homer.
“Just knock on the door when you want me,” says Mr. Parrish.
“Okay,” says Homer.
In the kitchen, Homer opens the refrigerator door and retrieves a quart bottle of milk. He pours the milk into a tumbler.
There’s a shadow at the back door. It’s Wilma. She knocks.