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Rise and shine, you two!
-Grandma (Esther) Walton I'll rise, but I sure won't shine.
-Jason Walton I often remember Jim Bob saying to my father - "It's OK, next time I'll make you listen". I wish that it were in the power of all children to say that to their parents, and to know that indeed they would be heard, as we were in those wonderful days.
-Narrator John Walton: I hate this draft job, Liv. I can't stand playing God to my neighbors' sons!
John Walton, Sr.: Good night, John Boy.
John 'John Boy' Walton Jr.: Good night, everyone.
Grandpa (Zeb) Walton: Jim Bob, just where do you think you're going?
Jim Bob Walton: I'm leaving, Grandpa.
Grandpa (Zeb) Walton: May your favorite Grandpa ask why?
Jim Bob: Elizabeth's never going to walk again... it's my fault.
Olivia: Now I've got two sons working nights in a saloon.
Grover: "Six years in grade school, five years in high school-everything I ever ran for, I was always running against the same Johnny Walton... The greatest day of my life was when I beat John Walton out for senior class president. I don't think he ever lost any sleep over it. Now I'm an ambitious man - some would say successful; probably it's all John's fault. I was always running; he was always going past me at a walk. And here it is, 25 years later-here I am, and there's John. Then look at me... and some of you... still running, still wearing ourselves to a frazzle for all sorts of things that John Walton has accumulated while he was out walking - a happy home, a fine wife and children. We're sitting here well fed at John's table, and I'm still boy enough to be graveled at the sight of him. 'John - the boy most likely to succeed.' Well, he's the boy who did."
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