The Best Years of Our Lives Page #2

everybody's gonna try to rehabilitate me.

All I want's a good job, a mild future, and

a house big enough for me and my wife.

Give me that much

and I'm rehabilitated like that.

I'd say that's not too much to ask.

- Are you married, Al?

- Yep.

How long?

Holy smoke!

We didn't even have 20 days

before I went over.

I married a girl I met

when I was in training in Texas.

You and your wife will have

a chance to get acquainted.

Yeah.

I wonder how Homer will make out

with that girl of his.

Wilma.

I hope Wilma is a swell girl.

(Fred) The old home town

hasn't changed much.

(Al) No.

There's the golf course.

People are playing golf.

Just as if nothing had ever happened.

Hey, there's Jackson High football field.

Boy, I sure would like to have a dollar

for every forward pass I threw down there.

Good old Jackson High.

- Hey, that must be the new airport.

- Yeah, we're turning into it now.

Holy smoke!

(incredulous whistle)

(Homer) I never knew

there were so many planes.

- And they're junking them.

- What?

Boy, oh boy.

What we could have done

with those in '43.

(Al) Yeah, I'll bet.

Some of 'em look brand-new.

From the factory to the scrapheap.

That's all they're good for now.

We gotta get out of the nose

while he sets her down.

There's the ballpark.

- How are the Beavers doing this season?

- They're in sixth place.

Ah! Still in second division!

- Hey, there's Butch's Place.

- Butch's?

Gosh, Butch has got himself

a neon sign.

Been to Butch's Place?

Butch Engle that runs it is my uncle.

Swell guy. Only the family don't think

he's respectable because he sells liquor.

- Best joint in town.

- Let's get together there sometime.

This is my street.

- (driver) 1517?

- It's the fourth house from here.

I wonder if Wilma's home.

How about us

going back to Butch's Place?

We'll have a couple of drinks

and then we can go home.

You're home now, kid.

Well, so long.

- Bye.

- So long, Homer.

- Where next?

- Just a minute, bud.

It's Homer!

Momma! Daddy! Homer's here!

Wilma! Wilma!

Wilma, come on over!

- My boy.

- Oh, darling!

It's good to see you.

- Isn't this wonderful?

- There's Wilma!

OK, let's go.

- Well...

- Don't. I'll carry it.

- (sobs)

- What's the matter, Ma?

It's... it's nothing.

It's just that your ma's

so glad to see you home.

Yeah, I know.

You gotta hand it to the navy. They sure

trained that kid how to use those hooks.

They couldn't train him to put his arms

around his girl, to stroke her hair.

- (driver) Is it the next turn up here?

- Yeah, the next turn on the left.

Hey, Fred, why don't we drop you first?

No, you're next.

And we're not going back

to Butch's for a drink either.

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