- Narrator: [narration as John 'John Boy' Walton, Jr. reading from his journal] For as long as we could remember, Ike Godsey's general merchandise store had been the social center of our community. Friendships were forged over loaves of bread. The place was a clearing-house for news, rumor, and often as not, gossip. Adventure in those days was having a nickel to spend and time to gaze into the candy counter for as long as we liked before making a selection. Little did we know then, how much that store and its occupants meant to us until one terrifying day in 1942.
- Erin Walton: Let me see, here it is. On Saturday's, he usually... He orders twelve loaves of bread. Jim-Bob, you ordered twelve dozen!
- Jim-Bob Walton: Anybody want a sandwich?
- Ben Walton: Well, I think I can take care of all the mill by myself today.
- John Walton, Sr.: Good, I got some errands to run.
- Ben Walton: I could do those too if you want.
- John Walton, Sr.: Ben, are you in love again?
- Ben Walton: No, why?
- John Walton, Sr.: Well, because you're acting kind of sappy, son.
- Elizabeth Walton: What can we do for you?
- Maude Gormley: Well, I need some sugar.
- Jim-Bob Walton: Wish we had some to give you, Maude.
- Maude Gormley: You mean Ike took it to the hospital with him?
- Maude Gormley: How long would it take you to make me some molasses?
- John Walton, Sr.: Oh...
- Ben Walton: Two weeks?
- John Walton, Sr.: Two weeks.
- Maude Gormley: That long? Well... it's off to Rockfish before I starve to death.