- Narrator: [narration as John 'John Boy' Walton, Jr. reading from his journal] Suffering in silence was not a popular past-time with me nor my brothers and sisters. Feelings good and bad in the Walton family were customarily laid out for everybody remotely concerned to see and hear and, hopefully, to adjust to. Sometimes, of course, we did hide our true feelings out of hurt, and once, in the case of my brother Jason, out of a refusal to believe he could have such bad feelings against his older brother.
- Bobby Bigelow: [on the radio] We played that last soul rouser there for Esther Walton who just happens to be the grandma of our lead guitar player, Jason Walton. Hope you enjoyed that, Mrs. Walton.
- Esther Walton: [speaking to the radio] Oh I did, I most certainly did!
- The Grandfather: Talk louder, Esther, they're over in Charlottesville!
- Bobby Bigelow: Hey, where's my redheaded fiddler?
- John-Boy Walton: We thought maybe you'd know.
- Bobby Bigelow: You mean he didn't come home at all last night? That boy is growing up faster than I thought he was!
- John-Boy Walton: What is that supposed to mean?
- Bobby Bigelow: Well, I left him over at Betsy's about midnight and I'll give you odds that's just where he stayed. Look, I'll stop by over there at that place and if Jason is safe and sound, I'll let you know on the broadcast, okay?
- John-Boy Walton: Thank you.
- Bobby Bigelow: Looks like that old boy's blue moon has turned to gold!
- John Walton, Sr.: Say, Pa, what was that fellow doing around here this morning with that shotgun?
- The Grandfather: Oh, there was a perfect stranger come by this morning looking for a tall, gangly boy who kept his daughter out all night.
- John Walton, Sr.: Oh, yeah? Sure he wasn't around trying to tree possums, was he?
- The Grandfather: No.
- John Walton, Sr.: Morning, son.
- The Grandfather: Oh, hello Jason.
- Jason Walton: Morning. I'm sorry about not getting home last night. I spent the night with a friend.
- The Grandfather: I used to call it staying up all night with a sick friend.