- Narrator: [narration as John 'John Boy' Walton, Jr. reading from his journal] It came as a coincidence that just as I finally completed my first novel, Elizabeth, for the first time, became enthralled with a book. I wondered if what I had written would ever be published and read half so avidly.
- Narrator: I did leave Walton's Mountain to live and work in New York City. I wrote more novels and raised a family of my own. Today, we live in California, but no matter where I am, the call of a night bird, the rumble of a train crossing a trestle, the scent of crabapple, the lowing of a sleepy cow, can call me home again. In memory, I stand before that small white house, and I can still hear those sweet voices:
- Ben Walton: Goodnight, Mama.
- Olivia Walton: Good night, Ben. Good night, Jim-Bob.
- Jim-Bob Walton: Good night, Mama. Good night, Erin.
- Erin Walton: Good night, Jim-Bob. Good night, Grandpa.
- The Grandfather: Good night, Erin. Good night, Jason.
- Jason Walton: Good night, Grandpa. Good night, Daddy.
- John Walton, Sr.: Good night, Jason. Good night, Elizabeth.
- Elizabeth Walton: Good night, Daddy. Good night, John-Boy.
- John-Boy Walton: [to audience] Good night, everybody. I love you.