- John-Boy Walton: [referring to AJ Covington] You're not gonna believe how much money he makes. When he told me, I didn't believe it myself. He makes $150 a week.
- The Grandfather: Ahh, he must've been pulling your leg.
- John-Boy Walton: Nope. $150 a week.
- The Grandfather: Well, that's as much money as the President of our country makes.
- Esther Walton: Why, that's $600 a month.
- John-Boy Walton: Mm-hm.
- The Grandfather: For that kind of money I'd crawl bare naked through a rattlesnake farm.
- Narrator: [narration as John 'John Boy' Walton, Jr. reading from his journal] A different sound, an unfamiliar shape or shadow instantly alerts the creatures of the wild. Growing up on Waltons Mountain, seldom traveling far from the place we were born, we came to share this immediate awareness of something different, something new. It seems now in recollection that one of the milestone events of my nineteenth year followed the appearance in our community of something decidedly different, something none of us had ever seen before.
- Olivia Walton: What would happen if our president chased after a woman and forgot about his duties to this country?
- The Grandfather: Now, Livie, after all, she didn't go after any old earl or count. She made her way slam bang to the top. Sounds like a real barnburner to me.
- Esther Walton: What's a barnburner?
- The Grandfather: Oh, a real hot cookie who...
- Esther Walton: Don't tell me!