- John Sanderson Edwards: I wrote you a letter yesterday. I'd like to read it to you.
- Isaiah Edwards: There ain't no need for that.
- John Sanderson Edwards: Yes there is. Isn't there?
- Isaiah Edwards: [Cries] Yeah.
- John Sanderson Edwards: Dear Mr. Edwards. It's seems so funny writing that - Mr. Edwards. I want so much to just say Pa or Dad or something, but I can't. Not unless I know that you want me to, and I just don't feel like you do. I guess it's because I'm not the kind of son you want. Maybe I could be someday. I'll try. I'll try as hard as I can to make you proud of me. But I'm afraid. Because I know in my heart that I can't do what you want me to do. Please try to understand. Please love me anyway.
- Laura Ingalls: I know why Mary doesn't want to wear her glasses.
- Caroline Ingalls: You do, do you?
- Laura Ingalls: Uh huh. So John can see her beautiful blue eyes.
- Caroline Ingalls: Well, what's wrong with that?
- Laura Ingalls: Nothing. If you got beautiful, blue eyes.
- Dr. Hiram Baker: If it were anyone else, I'd say he doesn't have a chance. But that man
- [Mr. Edwards]
- Dr. Hiram Baker: is as strong as they come.
- Mary Ingalls: How old do you have to be to be a poet?
- Charles Ingalls: I don't know, any age.
- Mary Ingalls: Do you have to go to college to be one?
- Charles Ingalls: No. Emerson wrote about it in that book you're bringing to John. He said there's two classes of poets. Poets by education and practice, those we respect; and poets by nature - those we love.
- Mary Ingalls: The last one. That's John.
- Charles Ingalls: Those we love.
- Mary Ingalls: I gotta go. I'll be late!