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In those trying years of the Depression

the achievements of any Walton family member

were a source of pride for all of us.

But the visit to our home of an extraordinary young man

gave us all a new, and perhaps more balanced perspective

in our views toward academic brilliance.

It happened on a weekend when we were getting ready

for a church bazaar.

-Jason! -Hey!

-Have a good day? -Yeah, how about you?

It was alright. Come on.

-Smell something? -Yeah. Let's go!

-Hi, Mama. Hi, Grandma. -Hi, Jason.

Get away from the stove. This is burning hot.

That's what I thought I'd smelled. English toffee.

Looks good, Granny. Can we have some?

-Who are you calling "Granny"? -What's wrong with "Granny"?

Well, it just sounds old.

I know I'm no spring chicken,

but I'm still in the prime of life, remember that.

Can we have some candy, Grandma?

No, you can't.

It's for the bake sale. You can buy some on Sunday.

That sounds crazy to me.

Making candy and buying it back? You're spending money twice.

We get paid for the ingredients out of the proceeds, Ben.

So we make out alright. Where's Mary Ellen?

She's selling tickets for the bazaar.

Grandma, when we gonna make fudge?

Later.

John-Boy is picking up the chocolate and sugar on his way.

Why not charge the church and keep the cash?

-You have a head for business. -I better work on my homework.

How's your play coming, Erin?

Wish you hadn't talked me into giving Jason

the part of Captain Baudricourt, he's not going to learn it.

Last night he wouldn't even read the script.

Tom Waggoner would've been just perfect for the part.

Speaking of Jason, has anybody seen him?

He's working out in the mill.

Mama, you think Daddy will come home this weekend?

You read his letter, Erin, he'll be working.

Can Grandpa make me some kind of suit of armor for my costume?

If he can spare the time. Ask him quick.

He's working on those boots.

What kind of play are you doing where a girl wears armor?

Joan of Arc. The greatest military genius who ever lived.

And she was a saint.

Well, now, how can somebody be a military genius,

killing people and all and still be a saint?

"Joan, you are the fairest maiden

"that has ever delighted these weary eyes.

"Alas, I fear no man on earth can lift the siege of Orl ans,

"much less a frail lass of thy innocence!"

You're saying it all wrong.

You really expect me to say stuff like that?

It's the way you say it, stupid. Recite it right.

It's pure poetry.

Pure pain in the neck, you mean. The whole dumb play.

Miss Forrester, I think Dean Beck wants to see me.

It'll be just a minute, Mr. Walton.

Thank you.

Hi.

-Hi, John, how's it going? -Mighty fine.

-Mr. Walton. -Thank you.

-Neighbor Walton. -Neighbor Beck.

-Well, how are you? -Fine, thank you, sir.

I don't get to see half enough of you around here anymore.

-Sit down. -Thank you very much.

How is the family?

They're fine. Thank you. They ask after you often.

And how is the woodcutting business?

That could be a little bit better.

Daddy's had to take a job in Norfolk temporarily.

No serious problems I hope.

No, nothing more than is usual these days.

I suppose you want to see me about my physics grade.

Partly.

Your...Your grades are passing so far.

Frankly, with your scholarship coming up for review

I'd sure like to see an A in these records.

Make a lot easier for me to back up my recommendation

for your scholarship.

We didn't have too much advanced math in Miss Hunter's class

but I'm working hard to make it up.

Well, I'll tell you something, neighbor Walton

as far as I'm concerned, the laws and postulates of physics

rank very high among the world's unfathomable mysteries.

Nevertheless, the subject is required.

There's a young man on campus who could be of great help.

Well, I'd certainly appreciate any help I can get.

Well, I'm sure this student can help you.

But if you don't mind

I'd like to attach a condition to the arrangement.

I would like you to return the favor by giving him some help.

Well, certainly. I'll be happy to. What subject?

Take him home with you over the weekend.

The young man's name is Lyle Thomason.

Lyle just turned 16 years of age, and he's a sophomore.

He's 16 and he's a sophomore?

Very likely, within six or eight weeks he'll be a junior

and probably graduate within a year.

Well, I don't see how I could help anybody like that.

Well, I think you can help him a great deal.

Now, I realize this is an imposition on your family.

But if you think your parents wouldn't mind,

I'd appreciate it a great deal.

I'll take him home. I don't think they'd mind.

But I still don't really understand what his problem is.

The young man's problem will become apparent to you quickly.

But, you should treat him as if he has a problem, understand?

-No, frankly. -You will, Walton.

Just take him home to your family and when you...

John Walton, may I present Lyle Thomason.

Hello again.

The house is just a few more miles up here,

but we're gonna stop off at the General Merchandise store first,

if that's alright with you.

Got to pick up some chocolate and some sugar for my mother.

Church is having a bazaar on Sunday,

and Grandma and my sisters are gonna make some candy.

One of my sisters is gonna act in a play that she wrote

about Joan of Arc.

Where's your home, Lyle?

Emporia.

Emporia. You usually go back there on the weekend?

No.

I usually spend my weekends in the library.

But sometimes Dr. Ryland lets me use the chemistry labs.

Chemistry. That's your major, huh?

No.

Dr. Ryland discussed nephelometric analysis

in a paper he wrote last year.

I'm doing some experiments to test the validity

of his conclusions.

What is that?

Nephelometric analysis, what is that?

It's a means to measure the turbidity of a solution,

and determine the effect the turbidity has

on the transmission of light.

Oh.

You want to come on in?

It's not much, but it's the only store we've got.

-Hey. -Hey, John-Boy, how's tricks?

Not bad. I'd like you to meet Lyle Thomason.

He'll spend the weekend with us. Ike and Corabeth Godsey.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you, young man.

John-Boy, what can we do for you?

My mama wants five packages of cooking chocolate

and 10 pounds of sugar.

Your mama making fudge, John-Boy?

No, my grandma is gonna make some. I want this candy, Ike.

Esther's rightfully famous for her fudge.

Mr. Godsey, you'll have to buy me some at the bazaar.

I certainly will, sugar lump.

You tell your grandma to save some of that fudge for me.

When I got to the bazaar last year, it was gone.

-I'll do that, Ike. -I'm making divinity.

It's from an old family recipe. I brought it from Doe Hill.

We'll be sure to buy some, Corabeth.

I got the sugar here, honey, you put the chocolate in there.

Hey, Lyle. Why don't you give your luck a try?

No.

The statistical probabilities of winning any money're small.

A person would be foolish to waste a nickel

against such odds.

I don't know about that.

Easy Jackson, he's a local fellow around here,

-he won a jackpot last week. -Yeah, he sure did.

You remember last year, I think it was in the summertime

Miss Emily won the jackpot two times in one afternoon?

That's right.

You gotta get one of those cherries on the right-hand side

and you win four nickels.

Mr. Godsey, I don't think the young man is interested.

It appears there are seven symbols on each of the drums.

Therefore, it would cost 35 cents to get back 20.

Yeah.

But if you get the three bars, you get a whole hatful of money.

Well, the probability of getting three identical symbols is

49-to-1 against you.

And the chance of getting three bars and a jackpot

is only one in 343.

Young man, are you suggesting that we are taking

unfair advantage of people?

I don't think he means any kind of criticism, Corabeth.

Considering the aggregate sum of the various probabilities

the machine would be returning $8.75 for every $10 put into it.

That's assuming there have been no adjustments designed

to return less than chance would predict.

Therefore, if a person induced people to play the machine

by promising a profit

it would certainly be fraudulent misrepresentation.

I do vow and declare.

-John-Boy... -We better get on back, Lyle.

Come on.

We'll see you all later. Bye.

Bye.

Mr. Godsey, are you going to allow that remark

to go unchallenged?

Corabeth, I don't rightly know exactly what he said.

I don't think you should've said those things, Lyle.

I'm sure my figures are correct.

In fact, it's possible there were even more than

seven fruit symbols on each of the drums.

I couldn't see them very well.

In that case, the probabilities of winning are even smaller.

Sounded kind of insulting to me.

Sounded like you were accusing them of cheating.

The man should post a sign

explaining the statistical probabilities.

Some people aren't aware of them.

-Grandpa. -Hi.

Grandpa, this is Lyle Thomason.

-Lyle, huh? -Yeah.

I'm happy to meet you, young man.

-You also a writer? -No.

No, Lyle's gonna help me out with my physics this weekend.

Oh, is that so?

-I didn't know you took physics. -Oh, yes.

The only physics I ever took was stewed prunes.

You're gonna get used to it. Grandpa loves to make puns.

Sometimes he just gets started and goes on for days.

Well, you just make yourself at home around here, young man.

I'm happy to have you.

You've just won a great battle.

So you march proudly into the Captain's office,

then you turn this side, put down your sword, and I come in.

-Hey, John-Boy. -Hey.

We don't want to interrupt your rehearsal or anything

but this is Lyle Thomason.

This is Jim-Bob and Ben and Jason and Erin Walton.

-Hey. -Hi.

Go on ahead. We don't want to disturb anything.

You're not disturbing anything.

Alright. Let's try it again.

Listen, Erin, can I maybe just play my guitar

for background music? I don't want to do this.

Grandma, I hope there's gonna be some room on that stove

for me to start supper pretty quick.

-This is the last batch. -Hey.

-Did you remember the chocolate? -Yes, I did.

-Sugar? -Yes, it's right in here.

I'd like you to meet Lyle Thomason.

My mama, my grandma, Elizabeth, and Mary Ellen.

I hope you'll excuse the mess.

If it's alright, I've asked Lyle to spend the weekend with us.

Dean Beck suggested that he come home and help me with physics.

We're happy to have you, Lyle.

Good. We better go upstairs and put your stuff in my room.

Come on.

Grandma, can we make the fudge?

-Not until I start supper. -No.

You can have the bed.

There's a cot in the barn I'll get that for myself.

I like to sleep with the window open.

If that gets too cold, just let me know.

Why does your grandfather like to make puns?

I don't know. I guess he thinks it's fun.

There's only one part of physics that I'm having trouble with.

And that would be vector analysis.

Most people have trouble with that.

Vectors are simply graphic representations

indicating the magnitude and direction of forces.

Most of the problems can be simplified

by resolving the vectors into components of right angles

to obtain the component of a resultant force

in a given direction.

There's one problem in particular that I mean.

A 900-pound weight lifted by a crane

with its boom 30 degrees from vertical.

Yeah.

To calculate the horizontal pull on the upper cable,

you assume that it is one side of a 30, 60, 90-degree triangle.

Thus, the Pythagorean theorem simplifies it to the equation,

x square plus 900 square equals four x square.

Therefore, x is equal to 300, times the square root of three,

which is 519.6.

You're... So, you're taking the course, too, huh?

No.

Well, how did you recognize the problem here that, that...

I glanced through that book once a couple of years ago.

I'm gonna get the... I'm gonna get the cot from the barn, okay?

You just make yourself at home.

-Hey, John-Boy. -Grandpa.

What is it that Dean Beck wants you to do for that new boy?

What?

What does the dean want you to do with that new boy?

I don't really know.

Don't talk much, does he? Does he ever say anything? He shy?

I don't think he's shy.

He had a lot to say at Ike's about that slot machine.

Those infernal slot machines.

I don't blame about that.

One-armed bandits with a license to steal.

He's like some kind of Martian or something.

The way he looks at you from out of those glasses

it's like he's examining you from under a microscope.

He's landed here amongst a mess of strangers

maybe he'll loosen up after a while.

Well, I hope so.

I think you best sit over there in the middle of the table.

That way you can reach out and get your hands on any food.

Looks good...

Thank you.

It would seem impractical to crowd everyone in on the side

and leave one chair vacant.

Well, that's Daddy's place. He's away working in Norfolk.

Grandma, would you say the blessing tonight, please?

Join hands.

Join hands.

Lord, we thank you for this food

and for all the gifts you have bestowed on this family.

We humbly ask thy blessing

thank you for making us aware of thy everlasting presence.

-Amen. -Amen.

Pass the hot dogs.

Do you have any brothers and sisters, Lyle?

No, I don't have any.

What does your daddy do to make a living down there in Emporia?

He used to be a blacksmith.

But he lost his shop several years ago.

-It was in 1932. -Oh, what a shame.

They must have mighty fine schools down there in Emporia.

I didn't go to school in Emporia.

Where did you go to school, young man?

When I was five, my teacher took me

to the University of Virginia for some psychometric tests.

-Then I went to Chicago. -Why Chicago?

A special school.

Most of the time, I was being tested

and interviewed by psychologists.

I spent 10 years there. It was very interesting.

When did you see your parents in all that time?

Almost every year I went home for two or three days.

That's all?

Must've been hard on you.

Now you're closer, you get to see them more often.

I don't go home very often.

My mother and father can't read or write.

And they moved, too, since they lost the shop.

Somewhere near the edge of town.

Well, I'll tell you something. Lyle's a real wiz in physics.

Boy, he can remember problems

word for word he hasn't seen in years.

What's your secret, Lyle?

I have a photographic memory.

Dr. Elliot at the University of Chicago

thought it was very interesting.

My IQ is so high they don't have any test that can measure it.

It's unusual in such cases for a subject such as myself

to have a photographic memory.

Well, well. I knew a man once who had a phonographic memory.

He said "photographic," not "phonographic."

Yes, Esther, phonographic memory.

He never could forget a song once he heard it

on the Victrola.

Lyle, would you like some corn bread?

Yes.

This food is good.

Thank you very much, Lyle.

I, too, shall partake of more legumes

if yon fair maiden will transport the vessel hence.

-What? -Yeah, me, too, sire.

I, too, my Lord.

I'm glad to hear you fellows seem to be enjoying

your sister's play.

I'll tell you. It's improved your language already 100%.

I hope you'll come to church with us on Sunday, Lyle.

-And to the bazaar. -I don't go to church.

How'd you get out of it?

I have no reason to go.

Don't you believe in God?

He didn't say that. He just doesn't go to church.

-But you are a Christian? -No.

There's no reason why he has to be a Christian.

Most of them in the world aren't Christians.

If we'd all been born in India, we'd probably all be Hindus.

That makes it even worse. He was born right here in Virginia.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't believe in God.

What do you believe in, Lyle?

Primitive people manufacture gods and religions

to account for unexplained natural phenomena.

But superstitious beliefs and religions

are a hindrance to scientific thought.

Intelligent people avoid them.

On the other hand, no one's ever proved that God doesn't exist,

have they, Lyle?

That would be trying to prove a negative,

which is logically impossible.

Unless a positive concept is first established and proven,

a negative cannot be defined.

Thus, the negative concept cannot be subjected to analysis

for verification.

When you reach the end of your days and face your maker,

you're gonna hear more negatives than you ever realized existed.

Now, Esther. He's young. He might get over it.

Don't "now, Esther" me. I know when I'm being called stupid.

"Superstitious beliefs."

Some things have to be taken on faith.

Professor Carlton hypothesizes that...

I won't hear any more blasphemies in this house.

Stay.

When dinner's over... Grandpa and I are gonna go to the church

and fix up some booths for the bazaar.

You want to come and help us out?

No.

Eat your supper.

-Don't do that. -Why not?

You'll shake all the parts loose.

I may shake it all back together again.

It's not working the way it is right now.

I bet you it's the crystal.

I bet you don't know where the crystal is.

That's the crystal right there.

-It is not. That's the crystal. -That's right.

Who built the set?

-We all put a hand into it. -Yeah, but it doesn't work now.

Try it again.

This antenna's too short and it's not attached properly.

Jason needed some wire, so he cut the antenna in half.

The antenna should be as high and unobstructed as possible.

However, since your antenna's so short

I think we may use an expedient.

Lyle, what are you doing?

Bedsprings make an excellent antenna.

Strange as it may seem

the antenna may serve two opposite purposes.

At the transmitting station, the antenna sends out into space

radio waves which have been converted from sound waves

by the transmitting set.

Sure, Lyle, whatever you say.

At the receiving end, the antenna catches the radio waves

and leads them into the receiver

where they are converted into sound waves again.

Actually, it is possible to construct certain special arrays

known as "beams," which greatly magnify...

the signal.

You still writing that letter to Daddy?

Seems so much to tell him.

I wrote one. Here, would you mind sending it with yours?

It'll be a sizable envelope. This is from Elizabeth.

She must've spent hours making all those X's and O's.

Jim-Bob signed his name under "Miss you."

-Yeah. -Erin's is as thick as a book.

You got a lot of postage there.

I don't care how much it costs

as long as your Daddy knows how much we miss him.

Goodnight.

Hi.

What're you doing?

Just putting some notes down before they fly out of my head.

What are these notes for?

I'm writing a novel about the mountain.

I find most novels a waste of time.

Oh, really?

Most of them present highly romanticized representations

of life.

Still, you ought to be given credit

for taking on such a task at a comparatively young age.

Well, thank you very much.

You comfortable here?

Yes, I'm fine.

I was surprised that you asked me to come to your house

for the weekend.

Dean Beck said that I would enjoy it.

Well, are you enjoying yourself?

I don't get along with people very well.

I never had any brothers or sisters.

All the time I lived in Chicago, I never had any friends

except psychologists and professors.

I guess everyone thought I was different.

You're smarter than anybody I know.

Yes, that's true.

Your sister seems to be very intelligent. The oldest one.

-Mary Ellen? -Yes.

Yes, she is bright.

Most girls seem to have no interest

in intellectual matters.

They're very hard to talk to.

Do you have trouble talking to girls?

Sometimes.

What do you usually discuss with them?

As in the case of your sister.

What kind of things should I talk to her about?

Well, I don't know.

You just talk about what you think might interest her.

I mean, Mary Ellen has lots of interests.

I was at the World's Fair at Chicago once.

-Many interesting exhibits. -You see, that's perfect.

Mary Ellen always likes to keep up with what's going on.

It's a great idea.

Come along.

The sad thing about him is, Grandpa

he seems to know he rubs people the wrong way.

That shows there's some hope for the boy genius.

I'd just like to see him smile every once in a while.

I don't see how you can think he's smart.

He don't even laugh at my jokes.

You gonna need me much longer?

No. I would like you'd try on that armor I made for Erin.

-I want to see how it looks. -That's what that is.

-How do I put it on? -Slip it over your head.

-Which way? This way? -Try it on.

I don't think Erin's ever gonna get that play put on

the way she's having trouble with her actors.

They all keep complaining till the curtain goes up

and then they'll start putting on the dog.

I think this looks great, Grandpa.

Yeah, you can run along now.

I know you're anxious to get back to the physics

and that boy genius of yours.

Well, I am, but I'm not too sure about him.

I think he's got a crush on Mary Ellen.

I wouldn't be at all surprised.

She's about the only one that's spoken up for him.

I reckon he's human after all.

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

Well, one thing's for sure.

His mind isn't on vector analysis right now.

Hello, Lyle.

At the Chicago World's Fair they had some hybrid turnips

that weighed six pounds.

They grew them without soil, in water treated with chemicals.

Is that so?

-It was very interesting. -I'll bet.

They also had a display

demonstrating the synthetic ammonia process

for making fixed nitrogen for fertilizers.

Most of the nitrates for fertilizer

used to come from Chile.

But now almost all fertilizer is manufactured synthetically

Lyle, is that what you came out to the garden for?

To talk to me about manure?

They also had an astronomical exhibit.

Since they found the planet Pluto in 1930,

some astronomers believe there are more planets beyond that.

Well, maybe if they keep searching,

they'll discover a planet with life on it.

They don't search for them visually.

They find new planets through mathematical calculations

based on the irregular motion of other planets.

Then they fix the probable position

before they even attempt to look...

Why'd you do that?

Because I felt like it.

But I'm all wet.

Yes, the evidence would seem to indicate that.

I guess I better get some dry clothes.

That would be a good idea.

I think I'll do that now.

To me it looked like the romance is over before it got started.

Yeah, she tried to baptize him into the human race.

Didn't work.

And this maiden, who claims to hear

the voice of Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret,

is guilty of witchcraft and hearsay

and must be put into irons.

"Heresy," Ben. I keep telling you it's her-esy!

If you don't do it right, you're gonna make fools of yourselves

in front of everybody and ruin the play.

If you want everybody to laugh at you, then it's fine with me.

I don't understand this.

She won the battle for them and they're mad at her.

Don't you see?

Because she is pure and inspired. And she's a saint.

Men can't stand for a woman to be so perfect,

so they'll burn her at the stake.

That wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Hey!

Hey, Blue.

Lyle.

Lyle...

I've been thinking about one of those problems there.

The one with the 100-pound force and the 32-degree angle.

Would I use the sine function or the cosine function for that?

Cosine of 32 degrees times the tangent of 48 degrees.

The answer is 0.9418.

Your sister sprayed me with water.

All I did was tell her about the World's Fair.

I know. Probably means she likes you.

No, really. If she didn't like you she'd probably ignore you.

Unless she was mad at you. Is there some reason for that?

No. She seemed to think it was amusing.

Oh. That probably means she likes you.

That doesn't make any sense. It's not logical.

I know it's not logical, but it's probably the truth.

If people show their friendship by attacking each other,

it's not surprising there's so much conflict in the world.

Surely, there was an emotional basis for your her behavior.

Such actions indicate an undisciplined mind.

Lyle, there are other things in the world

besides disciplined minds and logic.

Like having fun sometimes.

I presume you mean engaging in enjoyable activities.

Yes, that's exactly what I mean.

Well, for me,

working on tough mathematical problems is enjoyable.

But I don't get people all wet while I'm doing it.

In primitive cultures,

love and affection were considered signs of insanity.

Young people weren't allowed to choose their own mates.

I think that's a much more sensible way of doing things.

Are these the same people that you were talking about before,

the ones that manufacture all the gods

and the religious superstition?

Well, at least everybody knows their lines.

And if the boys don't act silly, it should be okay.

I'm sure the boys will do just fine.

Jason.

Mary Ellen, don't you think you ought to apologize to Lyle?

It was just a friendly squirt, Mama.

I don't believe he considered it to be a friendly squirt.

Grandpa, could you paint my armor white

and the cross in the front red?

I think so. We got some leftover paint in the barn.

I'll need flowers to decorate Blue for the mule races.

How much money do you figure to pull in on this bazaar?

We've already sold $10 worth of tickets for the play.

The cakes and candies ought to bring in at least $25 more.

I'm gonna make $600,000 selling rides on Blue.

Lyle, are you gonna buy some fudge?

You want some of Grandma's fudge, put your order in fast

because it's famous all over the county.

Seems to me, trying to raise money by baking things

and selling them to each other is a waste of effort.

Why is that?

When people exchange food, there's no economic gain

for the community.

It'd be simpler and more logical to give the money to the church.

The church would be glad to take your money

if you wanna make a contribution, young man.

That's not really the point, Lyle.

People enjoy getting together at the bazaars.

And the money is for a good cause.

It's for a family with out-of-work father

and the mother's expecting her seventh child.

I hope it's a girl. They've already got five boys.

It's seems foolish for a family to have more children

when they can't even support those they already have.

Giving money to people like that

is just like rewarding them for their lack of prudence.

That may be so where you come from

but we consider the Claytons to be fine, upstanding people

always ready to help others when in distress.

We consider that to be a more rewarding virtue

than the marital prudence.

Grandpa, could we just not go round and round again?

I think everybody's got chores to do.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

We gotta go through the play one more time.

-Do we have to go through... -Yes, we do.

I'm sick of that.

You're not gonna get me to put on any funny hat.

I am the director. You do what I say.

For one nickel, knock down one of these little things...

Throw three bean bags. There's the first throw.

The gentlemen misses but there's always a chance.

Try with this one right here.

Always a winner every single time

and here is the balloon for you.

Step right up and get your three throws

and try your skill and have a thrill.

Step right up. Don't be fickle, pay a nickel.

Test your skill and have a thrill.

Three throws for one nickel.

Knock down one of these and get yourself a nickel.

Knock down the young lady doll or the old gentleman doll.

The gentleman here, gets three throws, three bean bags.

That's your first throw. There's always a chance.

You'll have two more chances.

He is gonna try again. And he misses again.

Try for this one right here, young man.

As I said once before, one blue coupon,

one five cent coupon will stand you an opportunity

to win yourself one balloon of any color you should choose.

Test your skill and have yourself a thrill.

Here we have a young lady with a five cent blue coupon.

She gets herself three, one, two, three bean bags

to knock down one of these lovely dolls here.

She makes her first throw unfortunately, it's a miss.

But, there're two more chances.

She winds up for her second throw

and unfortunately again, it falls short of the mark.

But for her third throw, there's a last and final chance.

She knocks down the doll, she wins a beautiful blue balloon.

There's a winner each and every time.

Would you like to test your luck, Lyle?

Here's a young gentleman who's got a blue five cent coupon.

Bring me a little lemonade, honey.

Mama! Mama, look what I won!

Is that one of Maude Gormley's delicious coconut cakes?

Yes, I believe it is. Mrs. Gormley, yes.

-How much she asking? -It says 35 cents here.

but you seem to have taken a shine to it

I'll give it to you special price, 50 cents.

Alright, Zebulon, since it's for a good cause.

One of the cherries is missing.

Thank you.

-Grandpa, what're you doing? -What're you doing?

I'm gonna pass out some samples.

Not that whole plate.

-Mr. Walton. -Miss Baldwin. Hello.

I do believe we found the famous Walton fudge.

-Olivia. Mrs. Walton. -Ladies.

It's always a highlight of the bazaar to buy your fudge.

And take it home where it is consumed with much joy.

If only Dr. McIvers hadn't said that we should limit ourselves

to much smaller quantities.

Bad for the health, don't you know?

We'll have two pounds.

The fudge or the toffee?

-Both! -Both!

Why don't you do the toffee and I'll do the fudge?

-That's 25 cents apiece. -Oh, yes.

It's not my fault. He's been acting stupid all day.

-So what do we do now? -Let's look for him.

-We didn't forget you, Ike. -Thanks, Liv.

That'll be 40 cents.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Let's see, 35, 40.

Now, I gotta go find Corabeth and buy some divinity.

Jason's quit the play we're supposed to start in 10 minutes.

-Why'd he do that? -I don't know. He's being silly.

He walked out and said he was going home.

-Grandpa. -Yeah.

Grandpa, Jason's quit Erin's play.

Can find him and get him to come back?

-He's not gonna come back. -Why?

Erin got mad, said he was a terrible actor.

He said that we could do better without him.

He's been acting awful all day.

You two keep on looking for him.

I'll try and find him. See if I patch it up.

Young lady with one baby blue coupon

count them, three gigantic bean bags.

And an opportunity to knock down any these beautiful dolls.

She winds up... Hold on, just a minute.

-What? -John-Boy, Jason quit the play.

Do you think you can take his part?

These children here, waiting. I'm making a lot of money.

I can't... Why don't you... Why don't you get him to do it?

He's been standing underneath that tree all day long.

-You think he would? -Well, I don't know...

Let go of those. I think it'd be good for him.

We can try.

You kids wait here.

It'll only take about 20 minutes, Lyle.

If you don't do, we'll have to give back everybody's money.

-No. -Lyle.

-No! -Why not?

I have no experience in the field of dramatics.

But that doesn't matter.

Lyle, you could memorize the whole part in five minutes.

And nobody's expecting any great performance.

It's all for fun.

I think this all could have been anticipated

from the way your brother was behaving yesterday.

It's unfair of you to ask me to save the situation

by making a fool of myself.

I think you made a fool of yourself already, Lyle.

You've been with us for three days now

and the only nice thing you've said

that hasn't been much, is you said that the food was good.

Aside from that, you've made it clear

that we're stupid for going to church, that we're even dumber

for the way we raise money to help our neighbors.

You've made it completely clear that you don't care about us

that you don't care about the Godseys

that you don't care about anybody else here.

You may be smart now, that you can spend the rest of your life

and you don't have to ask anybody for any help.

You don't ever have to say "yes" and "please" and "thank you"

and "hello" and be polite. Things like that.

You may be so smart that you don't ever need anybody

if that's the way you'll live, you're gonna be very lonely.

You're probably gonna spend the rest of your life

standing under a tree like this one.

You know what really makes me angry?

You know what really irritates me about you?

The fact that underneath all of that...Facts and the statistics

and all that logic, I think you're a likable guy.

You're just too darn stubborn to let anybody else see it.

Hey, Lyle. How's it going, boy?

-Want to try some toffee? -No.

I'm surprised Jason would do such a thing.

If he doesn't come back

we should call the whole thing off, let him bear the burden.

After all that rehearsing, I'd like to see that play.

I guess I can read it from the script. It'll just look stupid.

Where's Mary Ellen?

She's in church trying to calm down Erin.

John-Boy, you better make that announcement.

-Okay. -Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen. Everybody.

In five minutes, the play is going to begin.

If you don't have your ticket yet, you can buy them here.

Joan of Arc starring Erin, Ben, and Jim-Bob Walton.

And we have a special visiting actor from Emporia, Virginia.

Lyle Thomason.

I can't find hide nor hair of Jason.

They've got something.

Captain Baudricourt!

Captain Baudricourt!

Captain Baudricourt, sir!

The maiden has arrived.

The maiden from Domr my, sir. She's here to see you.

She came about an hour ago, sir.

She's here with a Monsieur Jean de Metz.

Right out there.

They came by... They're right out there.

Is that...

Is that the foolish girl who claims she speaks to God?

Yes, sir. She demands your audience.

Very well. Send her in.

What is this nonsense about you wanting to raise

the siege of Orl ans?

It is not nonsense. It is exactly what I propose to do.

Are you mad? Who sent you to me?

The Lord has sent me, Squire.

For it is his wish that I lead our armies.

Saint Catherine

and Saint Margaret have promised that my holy...

Mission.

Mission will result in victory for France!

You, de Metz!

Do you believe this idiotic child has the ear of God?

Or is she suffering hallucinations?

I do believe she is a saint, Squire.

We wish only your blessings

and that you give us horses to deliver our task.

Go then! Go to your deaths, if that is your wish!

I am plagued with an army of incompetents

betrayed by the foul Burgundians, and confronted

with the cannon and treachery of 10,000 Englishmen!

And now this demented child with her saintly delusions

beseeches me to give up my command to her foolish dreams.

Go then! You shall have it!

Take horse and sword and your saintly visions

and be off with you!

God bless you, Squire.

You know what the Baldwin sisters did?

They bought four of Mary Breckenridge's cakes

and then gave them back to us so we could sell them again.

You know, some people do God's work without even knowing it.

Everything was sold by 3:00.

How much money did we take in altogether?

$48 including the play tickets.

-Was there any fudge left over? -No fudge. No.

This man, his name was Zebulon Walton

bought two whole pounds of it.

That was just for my sweet tooth, Elizabeth.

-Didn't you buy any? -Grandpa.

It was a great success.

Everyone loved the play. I think you were all wonderful.

Best part was when Jim-Bob hit Ben

with his sword and the end broke off.

It broke off, hit me in the rear.

That look on your face wasn't saint-like, Erin.

Aren't you sorry you walked out on us, Jason?

You could've stayed and become a big theater star.

Oh, yeah. No, Grandpa.

I was sitting in the bushes the whole time

just hoping somebody would come along and take my part.

You were much better than I would've been.

Lyle, we really appreciate what you did for us.

I think you did a real good job.

You ought to give up physics and take up professional acting.

I'd like to thank you all for having me here as a houseguest.

I also want to tell you how much I like all of you

but I can't find the exact words to say, so...

I guess I'll just have to demonstrate my affection.

Lyle Thomason came back to stay with us several more times

and we enjoyed his visits very much.

He did indeed prove to be a decent, kind

and very likeable human being.

But what pleased us even more was that after that weekend

Lyle spent almost all of his free time

visiting his own parents.

I'm glad I don't have a photographic memory.

Why wouldn't you like to have one, Jim-Bob?

There are lots of things I'd like to forget.

Like my grade in civics.

I knew a fellow once had a phonographic memory.

Old man, now that wasn't funny the first time you told it.

-Why are you laughing, Esther? -Why are you laughing, Grandma?

Oh, Zebulon, you stop that. Now, don't do that!

What's he doing, Grandma?

Oh, my Lord, he's tickling me.

Stop it now this minute or I'll go sleep on the sofa.

Goodnight, old darling.

Goodnight.

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