- Narrator: [narration as John 'John Boy' Walton, Jr. reading from his journal] I suppose at one time or another, in the course of our lives, many of us have experienced an event or occurrance which could not be explained and, at the same time, was shrugged off as a coincidence or a trick of the mind. I remember a series of such events and, even today, many years later, I still can't help wondering just how much of it was coincidence. It all started one afternoon in late fall...
- Horace Brimley: Did your wife have the pleurisy last winter?
- Zack Rosswell: Yeah.
- Horace Brimley: You know come all this rain and mud I believe I got a touch of it myself and I can hardly get my air.
- Zack Rosswell: Well Horace, I can tell you what Mavis used.
- Horace Brimley: What was that?
- Zack Rosswell: Well she larded herself down real good with some of those mutton tallow poultices.
- Horace Brimley: No. I believe I'll just keep the pleurisy.
- Jim-Bob Walton: You're a runt, Elizabeth.
- Elizabeth Walton: Am I, Daddy?
- John Walton, Sr.: In this family, you're the girl runt. And Jim-Bob's the boy runt.
- Jim-Bob Walton: I am not.
- John Walton, Sr.: You are too.
- Olivia Walton: Oh Lord, now they'll never get to sleep.
- Jim-Bob Walton: I am not.
- Entire family: [in unison] You are too, Jim-Bob!
- Jim-Bob Walton: [whispering] I am not.
- Jim-Bob Walton: Something funny about those city people, though. They dress up like everyday was Sunday and they walk real fast. You'll have to dress up when you go to Richmond, too.
- Luke Enright: My daddy says we'll ride a streetcar.
- Jim-Bob Walton: I've seen one of those. They go about 6 million miles an hour.