John Walton: I hate this draft job, Liv. I can't stand playing God to my neighbors' sons!

[after a very loud and stern speech]

Rev. Matthew Fordwick: What do you think of my sermon?

Jim Bob Walton: Scary.

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.

Olivia: Now I've got two sons working nights in a saloon.

John Walton, Sr.: Good night, John Boy.

John 'John Boy' Walton Jr.: Good night, everyone.

Grandma (Esther) Walton: Rise and shine, you two!

Jason Walton: I'll rise, but I sure won't shine.

Grandpa (Zeb) Walton: I could do another sandwich, Esther.

Grandma (Esther) Walton: You're the one at this table who could do a little starving.

Grandpa (Zeb) Walton: Esther, we have got to keep our strength up.

Grandma (Esther) Walton: Strength? I think you just get weak carrying all that around.

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.