- Mary Ellen Walton: Okay now take me in your arms.
- George William 'G.W.' Haines: [Backs away]
- Mary Ellen Walton: Are you gonna take me in your arms or am I gonna wham you?
- Narrator: [narration as John 'John Boy' Walton, Jr. reading from his journal] When we were growing up on Waltons Mountain, Sundays were very special. Six days a week overalls and sneakers were the family uniform, but on the seventh day we got out our "Sunday go to Meeting" best, shined and scrubbed, and brushed and polished. Getting ready to go to church was as much of a ritual as the services once we got there. I remember one February Sunday that began like any other, but ended in the gravest crisis our family ever faced, a crisis that threatened the sheltered life we'd taken for granted, and tested our belief in God's mercy.
- Erin Walton: You don't catch me jumping up and racing outta the house every time a boy whistles.
- Mary Ellen Walton: I don't hear any boys whistling for you.
- Esther Walton: Your slip's showing.
- Mary Ellen Walton: Grandma!
- John-Boy Walton: [Elizabeth is sucking her thumb] Elizabeth, I thought you gave that up for good.
- Elizabeth Walton: I thought so too.
- John Walton, Sr.: [looking down] That's quite a drop. Better be careful son, you never know when a piece of that earth is gonna drop off.
- John-Boy Walton: [pushes rock off cliff with foot] Huh, I guess in this world you can't count on anything can you?
- John Walton, Sr.: You have a grand voice, Pa.
- The Grandfather: Well I keep all that music pent up inside, go to church, let it come forth. Gives me pleasure. Anything that gives a man my age enjoyment is something to be encouraged.
- Esther Walton: Hush! You can even make goin' to church sound wicked!