“You don’t know what it’d be like to have to live with me,” says Homer. “To have to… face this every day, every night.”
“But I can only find out by trying,” replies Wilma. “If it turns out I haven’t courage enough, we’ll soon know it.”
Homer pauses a moment, and thinks.
“Wilma,” says Homer, “You and I have been close to each other for a long time, haven’t we? Ever since we were kids.”
“Yes, Homer,” says Wilma.
“I’m going upstairs to bed,” says Homer. “I want you to… I want you to come up and see for yourself what happens.”
Wilma thinks for a moment. “All right, Homer,” she says.