“You see,” says Wilma, “the reason they want me to go is so that I’ll forget about you. They figure you don’t want me around, you don’t want to see me, and if I go away for a while, maybe I’ll get all this out of my mind.”
“Maybe that’s a good idea, Wilma,” says Homer. “Maybe you ought to do that.”
“Do you want to get rid of me?” asks Wilma. “Tell me the truth, Homer. Do you want me to forget about you?”
“I want you to be free, Wilma,” says Homer. “To live your own life. I don’t want you tied down forever, just because you’ve got a kind heart.”
“Homer,” says Wilma, “why can’t you understand the way things really are? The way I really feel? I keep trying to tell you.”
“But,” says Homer, “but you don’t know, Wilma.”