All language subtitles for The Waltons s03e07 The Ring.eng

Sometimes when we were
children...

all the love and attention
we got at home

just wasn't enough.

For each of us there came
a time...

when something from the outside
was needed to give us...

a sense of self-confidence.

It was a need of this kind that
got my sister Mary Ellen...

into a lot of trouble...

and gave me a whole new way
of looking at women.

Yup, I think we're ready
to roll.

-Well, let's check it.
-Hmm-mm.

No, now look at this. There's
two A's there at the beginning.

I see, I see.
I got it.

-You're still going, aren't you?
-Going where?

-To the hop.
-Oh, the hop. Of course.

-Who are you taking?
-Well, I'm taking Audrey Butler.

Oh, you don't seem very excited.
She's considered a catch.

She's even going to
get into that fancy sorority.

I know, Phi Lambda.

I just can't help feeling
that she has me around...

to do errands for her,
though, that's all.

-Can't you get out of it?
-No. I've already promised her.

Besides, Mary Ellen's a little
nervous about the whole thing.

Because of me?

No, you're a member
of the family.

You've had supper with us more
times than you've at home.

No, this is her
first college hop...

and it's her first date
with a college man, of course.

What's happening here?
You got to help me with this.

-I'm new at this job.
-Here.

Is that the time?

-Yeah, it's 4:30.
-Oh, well.

Mary Ellen's waiting in front
of Grogan's Department Store.

-Gotta pick her. You'll finish--
-That's fine. I can finish that.

Thank you very much.

-Hi, John, Mike.
-Audrey.

John, could you run
these off for me, please?

Schedules for the Debating
Society and I need them tonight.

I can't.
Gotta pick my sister.

-They shouldn't take long.
-I can do them.

You're an angel. I'll be back
in an hour to pick them up.

-They'll be ready.
-Thanks.

-John, see you tomorrow night?
-Okay, I'll pick you up at 7:30.

-Good. Looking forward to it.
-Okay, bye.

See what I mean about
her having people around

to run errands for her?

-But she sure is pretty.
-Yeah, she is.

You better go or Mary Ellen's
gonna think you deserted her.

Okay. Listen,
thank you very much.

-See you tomorrow.
-Right.

-What's the matter with you?
-You were 10 minutes late.

I'm sorry, I got held up.
Did you get your stockings?

Yeah. On sale, 37 cents,
just like the newspaper said.

You don't sound excited. Your
first pair of silk stockings.

I'd be excited, I guess.

-Well....
-Well, what?

Well, there was
this bag at Grogan's.

It was an evening purse.

Well, it's just what I need
to go with my dress.

How can I go to a college dance
without an evening bag?

-It's so gooche.
-Gauche.

-You know who Brenda Frazier is?
-Cafe society lady.

A picture of her showed she had
a bag like the one in Grogan's.

-Mary Ellen, we can't afford it.
-I know.

-So forget it.
-I can't.

-I know.
-John-Boy, stop!

-Why?
-It's Vernon.

-We don't need any junk today.
-He might have an evening bag.

Mary Ellen, you don't
need an evening bag.

How much?

Well, now, ain't that
a beautiful bag?

You know, you don't see
petit point like that nowadays.

How much?

I bought all that stuff
from Mrs. Breckenridge...

and she told me that that purse
had hardly been used at all.

-35 cents.
-Too much.

Well, now, Mary Ellen, how much
do you want to spend?

-How much you got?
-About 20 cents.

20 cents for a beautiful purse
like that?

I couldn't part
with that for 20 cents.

Come on, we're gonna
be late. Let's go.

I'm coming.
Thanks, Vernon.

Alright, you can have it.

I'll tell you, Mary Ellen

one of these days you gonna
put me clean out of business.

-Got change for a quarter?
-I thought that you--

-I said about 20 cents.
-About.

20 cents.

-Thanks, Vernon.
-Thanks a lot.

-Move.
-Can't you see I'm reading?

Now see here, young lady,
this is not a hotel lobby.

You should be helping
your sister.

She's afraid she'll ruin
her lovely white mitts.

She'd get her hands cleaner
doing the dishes.

They'd get whiter, too,
wouldn't they?

That's a fine theory, Elizabeth.
I'm sorry I didn't think of it.

Oh, good Lord!
What's that creature wearing?

She's not a creature. She's
a debutante. Cobina Wright Jr.

Junior?

She was named after her mother.

Who lets her cavort around
half-naked?

It's only her back
that's naked.

Only. It is a nice dress,
though. Look at that material.

It's French slipper satin. Saw a
dress just like it at Grogan's.

It's good you didn't buy. You'd
look like this old mop in it.

You're mean. All of you. You
just don't understand anything.

Mary Ellen.

I'd be delighted to save
the next dance for you.

-Mary Ellen.... What's that?
-What?

On your hand.
Where did you get that?

I found it inside the bag. I'm
gonna wear it to Freshman Hop.

-Mary Ellen, you can't.
-Why not?

Because it's like stealing.

That ring belongs
to Mrs. Breckenridge.

She probably didn't know it was
in the bag when she sold it.

I'm just going to borrow it for
the evening and give it back.

What if somebody there knows
you and ask where you got it?

And how about
John-Boy and Mike?

I've already
thought about that.

-See?
-Can I try it on?

Only if you promise
not to tell. Not anyone.

-I promise.
-Cross your heart?

-Hope to die.
-Okay.

It's a little
too big for me.

You have to be careful,
or it'll slip off.

But it's beautiful. I feel
just like Ginger Rogers.

Okay, you've had enough.

We've got to find someplace
to hide it.

-Why not put it back in the bag?
-No, someone may find it there.

I know.

I haven't hidden anything in
here since I was about eight.

What's this?

Orphan Annie Secret
Society Button.

And a little tooth?

Elizabeth. We've got to find
someplace else to hide it.

-Mary Ellen.
-Quick.

-Where?
-I don't know.

-What're you two up to?
-Nothing.

I'll just finish up the hem
on this dress...

and see if the sleeves
need shortening.

Okay.

You know, when I was
your age and growing up...

I used to get so worried
about going to dances

and things like that.

I'd worry about my dress
and my shoes.

I was sure my hair
wasn't gonna turn out right.

I guess what was really worrying
me was going to new places...

and meeting new people.

When you're not quite sure
and don't know where you fit

in this world, things like
that can be kind of scary.

I'm not scared.

-It's alright to be, you know.
-But I'm not, Mama, honest.

I might have been scared once,
but now I'm not scared at all.

I know I'm going to have
a wonderful time at the dance.

How are we doing, Pa?

I think we're gonna have just
enough tar to finish this roof.

Good. I don't wanna have
to buy any more.

-Oh, stupid!
-What'd you do? Hit your thumb?

No, I bent another tack.

That's about the fourth time
you did that today, son.

-Fifth.
-Something wrong?

Audrey Butler.

-What about her?
-I don't know, she's....

She seems like a nice girl.
She's real pretty.

She's involved in a lot
of things at school.

I enjoy being with her,
I guess.

-That's good.
-Yeah.

Daddy, you know, before I went
off to school this year

I hardly knew any girls...

and every one of them
was special to me.

Now, in my first year of
college, I've met more girls...

than I ever knew in my life.

And here I am going off
to a first freshman dance...

with a girl I don't even know
very well or even like her.

When there's a lot
of girls around

it sure is hard to know
which one is special.

When I first met your ma

I thought she was
real nice and pretty.

I enjoyed being with her.

I was working as a mechanic over
in Charlottesville at the time.

One day I went to the factory...
and found I'd been laid off.

I just went on home
and sort of sat around the house

in kind of a daze.

After a while, there was a knock
at the door, opened it

and there was your ma.

I asked her
what she was doing there

and she said,
"I heard you lost your job.

Thought you might need
to talk to someone."

So we talked.

After that, I knew I could trust
your ma with my feelings.

That's the important thing,
you know.

Finding someone you can trust.

Through good times and bad.

I don't know if Audrey's
that kind of a girl.

After that I had to cut back
on seeing some of the ladies

I was keeping company with.

What do you mean?

Well, son, sooner or later
something's bound to happen

you'll find out where
you stand with her.

Meantime, why don't you try
and enjoy that dance a little?

Meanwhile, why don't you two
boys stop chattering

and let's take a breather.

I could use a piece
of rhubarb pie myself.

-It sounds good to me.
-Alright.

Ah-ha, looks like we got
a lady caller.

Mrs. Breckenridge.
Come on in.

Thank you.

-Would you like to sit down?
-Thank you. I won't keep you.

I just stopped by
for a minute.

There was something
I wanted to ask Mary Ellen.

Mary Ellen's gone to the store
with the other children.

Oh.

-Mrs. Breckenridge, hello.
-How do you do?

-Howdy, ma'am.
-John-Boy.

-Mr. Walton.
-What a surprise.

Mrs. Breckenridge came to talk
to Mary Ellen about something.

Ah-ha! Is something wrong?

No, no. It's just that I've
lost something. Mislaid it.

Well, I guess I better begin
at the beginning.

You see, I've been cleaning out
my attic and yesterday...

I decided to sell some of the
things that I no longer needed

to Vernon Rutley.

And one of the things
was an evening bag.

Petit point. Oh, very pretty.

Mary Ellen bought from him.
I was there when she got it.

That's right.

He told me this morning that
he'd sold it to her.

She didn't happen to mention
finding anything in it, did she?

No.

Well, just what has disappeared
on you, Mrs. B?

A ring. An amethyst ring.

I thought maybe I might have
left it inside the bag.

There wasn't anything there
at the time.

Well, there's a little pocket
in the lining.

John-Boy, the bag is lying
on Mary Ellen's bed upstairs.

Oh, sure. I'll go check.

If you didn't know
that the pocket was there

you might easily overlook it.

It's not so much
the value of the ring

as the sentimental attachment.

It's.... Well, you know
how those things are.

I've just had it
for years and years.

Here it is, ma'am.
I couldn't find anything.

It isn't there. Oh, dear.

I can't imagine what
I could have done with it.

-I'm sure it'll turn up.
-I hope so.

Anyway, I do thank you, and I'm
sorry to have bothered you all.

It's alright.

It's just that my husband
gave it to me...

and I've had it
for so many years.

Well, you understand.

I'll see you out.

Get into the kitchen.
All that tar all over you.

Yes, ma'am.

Why you in such a hurry,
Mary Ellen?

-I've already told you.
-But it's way before the dance.

"I have to get ready.
Make myself beautiful."

* Lovely, never, never change *

* Keep that breathless charm *

My dear, your complexion is so
creamy. May I have this dance?

Charmed.

One, two, three. One, two,
three. One, two, three.

Come on, Erin.

-Oh my, you dance divinely.
-Oh, thank you.

-Shouldn't pay them any bother.
-Oh, they're so gauche.

Think they'd never heard
of a dance before.

-I know.
-What's my bag doing down here?

I don't know.

Come on.

"With his troops, Caesar
from the boats disembarked."

-Doesn't make any sense at all.
-John-Boy?

What was my bag doing
downstairs?

Oh, Mrs. Breckenridge
came by today

and I forgot to bring
it back up. I'm sorry.

-Mrs. Breckenridge?
-Oh, she lost an amethyst ring.

She thought maybe
she'd left it in the purse.

But I told her I was with you,
and there wasn't anything there.

I really got to get back
to this, okay?

Oh.

"Caesar disembarked
from the boats with his troops."

-I just can't give it back.
-Mary Ellen.

Well, not yet anyway.
Tomorrow, I will.

First thing in the morning,
I'll go over to her place.

What're you gonna say?

I'll say, "Mrs. Breckenridge,
would you believe it...

"just this minute
I found your ring under my bed."

-But that's a lie.
-Not really.

Erin, I'm only borrowing it.

What difference is a few hours
going to make?

-Well....
-Come on. I've got to get ready.

You said you'd help me
wash my hair.

Okay.

Thought you knew
to tie a bow tie.

I know how to tie a bow tie.
I tie every day.

Don't be ridiculous.

-Why not open your eyes.
-And look in the mirror?

It's a lot easier not to watch
yourself doing it backwards...

-That's why.
-You know what it is?

-You're nervous about the hop.
-I am not--

-Your hand's shaking.
-My hand is not shaking.

It has absolutely nothing to....
You're all absolutely crazy.

Who do they think I am?
Some sort of 13-year-old girl?

I've been to dances before.

There you are, smarty-pants.
You see?

Thought I couldn't do it, huh?

Yeah, well, one of these days,
you're gonna be in my shoes.

You're gonna see how it feels.

I'm nervous about the dance.

I never heard anything
so silly in my life.

Okay, get the ring.

-Well, how do I look?
-Beautiful.

Just like Brenda Frazier
at the El Morocco.

Mary Ellen, Mike's here.

Oh, you look just beautiful.

Come on, now, hurry.
You'll be late.

-Don't forget this stuff.
-Okay.

Here you go.

She's coming.

Here she comes.

-Oh, you look just fine.
-Thank you.

You're gonna be the prettiest
thing, honey. Have a good time.

Thank you, Daddy. Hello, Mike.

-Hi, Mary Ellen. Ready to go?
-Yeah.

-Okay.
-Young man.

Mike, just a minute,
if you please.

You'll be enjoying this lady's
company all of the evening.

I'd like to have the pleasure

of the first dance
of the evening.

Sure.

Elizabeth, put some music,
if you please.

In all your life,
this time may never come again.

Enjoy it.

-Remember it.
-Now, my date's waiting for me.

-Have a good time, honey.
-Take good care of that girl.

-Bye.
-Have a terrific time.

Okay, West, I'm gonna pick up
Audrey. I'll see you later.

Okay, old man.
We'll see you there.

Right-o.

-I like your car.
-Thank you.

That was nice,
you dancing with Mary Ellen.

Been a long time
since anyone asked me to dance.

Esther.

I have always been partial
to beautiful women.

But when you find one that's
beautiful, as well as seasoned

she's hard to resist.

What do you mean, "seasoned"?

Well, like a fine tree, Esther

that has endured all kinds
of wind and weather...

and still stands in beauty.

Thank you, Zebulon.

You dance divinely, Michael.

Michael? No one calls me Michael
except for my mother.

She only does that
when she's mad at me.

Well, I don't know. It just has
more.... It just sounds fancier.

Well, if you like Michael, then
you've my permission to use it.

But if you call me that around
anyone I know, I won't answer.

Okay, Michael.

-Mary Ellen looks just radiant.
-She'd like to hear that.

She's been a little nervous
about tonight.

Really? You'd never know it
by looking at her.

I think I could go on dancing
all night. Right out the doors..

across the campus, through town,
all the way to N.Y. City.

And maybe on to Paris, France.

I'm having trouble staying
off your feet in here.

I don't think
I'd make it to Paris.

You boys are alike.
No romance in your souls.

Sure we do. You've
to be practical.

Just for once, just for tonight

I'd just like to forget
about all that.

Okay, then. Here we go.

-Would you like some punch?
-Thank you.

Sure is nice out here with
the lanterns and everything

-Isn't it?
-Yes, it is.

Here we go.

-Thank you.
-Audrey, may I have this dance?

-Sure, if you don't mind, John.
-No, no.

-Here.
-Oh, thank you.

Are you having a wonderful
time, Mary Ellen?

-Yes.
-So, how's it going?

-With Audrey?
-Yeah.

I reckon I'm about
number five on her list

of gentlemen admirers.

Why, Mary Ellen Walton,
fancy seeing you here.

-Hi, Martha Rose, Tedrow.
-Mary Ellen.

-You here with your brother?
-No, I'm here with Mike.

You mean he's your date?

Oh, well, of course, I had a
real date, too, but he got sick.

-Influenza.
-Mary, would you like to dance?

I'd love to. Here, Martha Rose.
I'll see you later.

-Oh, they'll accept you, Audrey.
-Well, I hope so.

Just as long as you
don't get any demerits.

Phi Lambda's considered
the best sorority on campus.

And what do you
get demerits for?

-Unladylike behavior, mostly.
-Punch?

You see, there's a point system
for getting in.

Would you like some--

Phi Lambda's a very social
sorority.

Oh.

-Punch?
-Yes, thank you.

-And you?
-Yes, thank you.

Excuse me.

Well, I'll be careful and stay
on my best behavior, then.

Isn't that pretty?

-Where'd you get it, Mary Ellen?
-Martha, give me back that ring.

My, we sure are touchy about it,
aren't we?

Martha Rose,
please give me back that ring.

Well, I'm just admiring it.

Something as pretty as this
must be a family heirloom.

Martha Rose.

Sure wish
I had one like it.

Well, I've got
to be getting back.

Promised the next two dances to
this boy on the football team.

Oh, Mary Ellen? I'd just love
to know where you got that ring.

Sorry.

I've always wanted to travel.

I remember when I went down
to the beach one time...

it was really beautiful. I
just want to see all the world.

Like maybe take a trip
to Europe.

-I don't know.
-Mary Ellen?

-Just about 11:00.
-It is?

-Yeah.
-I guess we should be going.

-Me, too. We'll see you at home.
-Okay, goodnight, John.

-Goodnight, Mike.
-Goodnight.

-Zeb?
-Yeah?

That was a pretty thing
you said to me tonight.

I meant every word
of it, Esther.

I was just thinking
about the first time

you took me to a dance.

It was over
at Dillbring County...

and I had on a pink dress
with blue silk roses on it.

And in it, a figure
like an hourglass.

-I've still got that.
-Have you, Esther?

You keep yourself so bundled up,
at times it's hard to tell.

I never did hold with ladies
exposing their limbs

and you know that.

Esther, at times I'd wish you'd
be considerably less of a lady.

If you move from the bed,
I'm gonna sleep on the sofa.

Then what in the blue blazes
did you wake me up for?

Guess I just wanted to tell you
that I love you, old man.

Why, thank you, Esther.

I feel the same way about you.

You old fool.

Well, thanks, Mary Ellen.
I had such a nice time.

-So did I.
-Sleep well.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Well, you....

You were absolutely wonderful.
Just wonderful.

Let's go see who's still up.
We'll tell them all about it.

- Erin. Wake up.
- What?

-Erin, I've lost it.
-What?

The ring, I've lost it.

-We better tell Mama.
-No. We'll find it.

We've got to find it.

-Where'd it go?
-I've no idea. Can be anywhere.

Here, let's check the cracks.

I'll check the bushes, 'cause
it might have rolled down.

Okay.

-You check over there.
-Okay.

-Somebody lose something?
-No.

I lost a quarter, and I thought
maybe it might have rolled in

between the cracks.

It's a good time of the day
to go looking for it.

- Well, we couldn't sleep.
- When I take the milk inside...

-I'll come and help you.
-No!

Alright. Don't get touchy,
I'm just asking.

Well, it's nothing.
It's not important.

Come on, Erin. Let's start
breakfast as long as we're up.

-We'll look later.
-That was close.

-What's taking her so long?
-I don't know.

She's making up some kind
of a list or something.

Well, if she doesn't leave
soon, I'm going to scream.

-Did you say something, Mary?
-No. Not a word.

What're you two doing
hanging around the house anyway?

It's a beautiful day
to be outside.

-Oh, Mama.
-Don't "oh, Mama" me.

I'm going down to Ike's.
Come on.

I don't feel like going.

You two have been acting mighty
strange. Something wrong?

Oh, no. Mary Ellen's just
exhausted.

Exhausted. Well, I suppose
Brenda Frazier's all worn out

after a night of dancing,
too, poor thing.

She's gone. Come on.

Mary Ellen, we've looked
everywhere.

Well, we'll have
to look again. Come on.

What're you two doing? I've been
watching you from the window.

You're acting like
a couple of squirrels.

-I told you I lost something.
-Mary Ellen, tell him.

-Tell me what?
-Mary Ellen, please, tell him.

Well, I'll tell you only if you
promise not to tell anyone.

I can't promise that.

It's got to be a word
of honor or nothing else.

Of course, around here
that doesn't mean very much.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'll give you my word
I'll try not to tell anyone.

Come on,
maybe I can help you.

Well, the other day
when I got home...

and I opened up that bag I got
off of Vernon Rutley, well....

-Hi, Mrs. Walton.
-Hello, Martha Rose.

-How are you, Mrs. Walton?
-I'm fine, thank you. And you?

I'm just exhausted.
I was up so late last night.

-Boatwright Dance, you know.
-Yes, I know.

-John and Mary Ellen were there.
-I saw them both.

Mary Ellen looked so pretty
wearing that new dress and all.

-Oh, are you alright?
-Yes, fine.

You know, as Mary Ellen
was dancing around...

it was hard taking
your eyes off of her...

with that ring sparkling
and glittering on her finger.

-Ring?
-Mary Ellen let me try it on.

It was beautiful. Silver and
studded all over with amethyst.

Funny thing, though. Rings seem
to be in the news, as it were.

Why, just this morning Eudora
Jane Gillis told my mama...

that Mrs. Breckenridge told her
that she just lost a ring.

Yes, I know. She told us about
it the other afternoon.

Well, I think I'll go over to
her house later this afternoon

and see if she's found it.
I hope so.

She set so much
store by it.

-Well, bye now, Mrs. Walton.
-Goodbye, Martha Rose.

And give my regards to Mrs.
Breckenridge when you see her.

Do you think Mike
will be at the school?

Saturday morning. He's probably
working out at the track.

Hey, Mike! Hey, John-Boy,
that's Mike. Stop.

Thought the G-men were after me.
What's all the commotion about?

Mary thought maybe she dropped
something in your car

last night,
an amethyst ring?

-Could we look for it?
-Sure.

-I don't know if it's here--
-Check under the pad there--

-Maybe it slipped down here.
-I don't see it there.

-It's not up there.
-It's not?

-No.
-I don't think it's in here.

-I don't know where it is.
-Wait a minute.

-I think I found something.
-Is that it?

-Well, pull it out.
-Can you get it up?

Yeah.

-It's a nut.
-Oh, it just isn't here.

Mary, can you think of any place
that you might have lost it?

I know. Well, I had it when I
went into the ladies' restroom.

-Well, did you leave it there?
-Well...

I was putting it in the bag
as I was coming out...

and two girls came in,
and they knocked the bag...

-Maybe it just fell out.
-Well, let's find out.

Okay. Listen, thank you, Mike.
I didn't mean to raid your car.

-That's fine. Hey, good luck.
-Thank you.

Oh, no.

Well, that's locked.

John, what are you
all doing here?

Well, Mary Ellen lost something
in the auditorium last night.

-What was it?
-Oh, it was nothing.

Are you sure,
Mary Ellen?

It was an amethyst ring, and it
wasn't mine. I borrowed it.

Well then, we'd better try
and find it, hadn't we?

The trouble is, everything's
locked up for the weekend.

Isn't there any other way
we could get in?

No, I don't think so.

Unless we could get one of the
campus guards to open it up.

-Well, why don't we try?
-Okay.

So how come you're here
on a Saturday?

I've that interview for Phi
Lambda, the sorority I'm up for.

-Aren't you gonna be late?
-No, I still have a few minutes.

-Excuse me, sir.
-Yes?

Can we get into the auditorium?
This young lady's my sister...

She lost a ring in there last
night, but the doors are locked.

They'll have to stay locked
until 8:00 Monday morning.

-But she--
-Sorry, that's regulations.

Students are not permitted
in the auditorium building...

between the hours
of 10:00 p.m. on Friday

and 8:00 a.m. on Monday.

I don't suppose you can make
any exception this time.

Now look, there used to be a
grand piano in that auditorium.

One morning we found it out
on the quadrangle.

That's why the doors are locked.

I don't want to take your grand
piano. Thank you. Excuse me.

Grand piano.

Well, we tried.

If only there was some other
way we could get in there.

Hey, isn't that the window
to the ladies' restroom?

Yeah, I think so.

-Audrey, I'm gonna go up there.
-You can't go in there.

-Give me a leg up. Come on.
-Okay.

-Be careful.
-Okay.

-Are you alright?
-Yeah, I'll make it.

-Keep your fingers crossed.
-Okay. Careful.

-John-Boy.
-Hm?

Look, you shouldn't still
be hanging around here.

-Where's the other girl?
-Well, she's....

I found it!

I found it! It was near the....

Oh.

Excuse me, you don't understand.
You see, this is all my fault.

I asked her
to do this for me.

She was the one who was
breaking and entering.

Now, this report goes
to the Dean of Women.

You just make sure that
you're in her office

first thing on Monday.

Come on.

Of course, this means
Phi Lambda won't take you.

I know.

-They'll get along without me.
-You know, my daddy was right.

What do you mean?

It's nice to find
someone you can count on.

Thank you.

What're you gonna do now?

When we get home, I'll go over
to Mrs. Breckenridge's.

What're you gonna say?

I'll tell her, I found
the ring lying under--

For the last three days, you and
Erin've been utterly miserable

because you've
been telling lies.

Now you got me
covering up for you.

You fixed it so Audrey can't get
into that sorority...

and Mrs. Breckenridge is worried
sick about losing her ring.

I think you've
made a lot of trouble.

You aren't going
to tell, are you?

No, but you are.

I guess you've been through
enough already, Mary Ellen.

-I'm not going to punish you.
-But I am.

And I still don't understand
what made you do it.

When you were younger, didn't
you wear something like a dress

or a necklace or even
a flower that made you feel...

-as pretty as everybody else?
-She's got a point there, Liv.

That is not
the point, John.

She used something
that didn't belong to her.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mama,
and I was going to return it.

How many Bible verses
should I learn this time?

Did you learn something
from this, Mary Ellen?

Yes.

I'll settle for five.

Right after I return the ring
to Mrs. Breckenridge.

You better hurry,
she's really upset.

-Mama, could you come with me?
-No.

I think this is something
you have to face up to yourself.

-Mary Ellen, Martha Rose....
-Oh, I bet she told.

She's on her way over to talk
to Mrs. Breckenridge now.

Come on, I'll drive
you down there.

-What do I tell her?
-You know what to tell her.

We'll wait here.

Our lives are measured,
not by birthdays...

but by the events
that fall between them.

Mary's first grown-up dance was
a landmark in her passage...

from girlhood
into the beautiful

and engaging young woman
she was to become.

Yet, for a while,
in her dresser drawer...

a reminder of the cocoon
from which she had emerged...

there remained a beat-up
and much-treasured

old baseball glove...

which she eventually
passed on to her brothers.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

-Mama, you know what?
-No, Mary Ellen, what?

-My birthstone is a diamond.
-That's real interesting.

Goodnight, Mary Ellen.

Could I have a ring
with a diamond in it sometime?

Maybe you'll be given one
when you get engaged.

Oh, I will, but I don't
wanna wait that long.

-I'm afraid you'll have to.
-But it's just not fair.

Goodnight, Mama.

Mary Ellen, you can have
my Lone Ranger ring.

It has a real
fake diamond in it.

Thanks, Elizabeth, I think I'll
just wait for the real thing.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, Mary Ellen.

Goodnight, Mama.
Goodnight, Daddy.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, honey.

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