All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S06E17.Spring.Fever.WEBRip.x264-ION10

You're really sweet, James
Robert. And such a gentleman.

-See you tomorrow night.
-Okay.

Night.

Yahoo!

Jim-Bob, what are you
trying to do,

wake up the whole family?

Oh, Ben, old boy,
you home already?

What do you think?

You should go out
with older girls.

-You can stay out a lot later.
-Jim-Bob, will you knock it off?

They're like a couple
of roosters

trying to decide
which one is king of the coop.

They'll settle it between
themselves sooner or later.

Get smart with me!

Come on, Ben, let's go.

All mouth and no muscle.

One of these days
I'll teach him

I'm not his little
brother anymore.

JOHN-BOY: It was spring
on Walton's Mountain,

and after the confinement
of a long winter,

life burst forth
with such energy

that every creature
seemed charged with it,

including the two young
stallions in our house.

Ben and Jim-Bob.

Jim-Bob, wait a second
till I open the door!

-What's wrong with you, Ben?
-Cut it out, Jim-Bob!

(BEN EXCLAIMING)

Jim-Bob!

BEN: I've got work to do.
JIM-BOB: You're in a good mood.

Cut it out!

You sure are a pain in the neck.

You've been a grouch
ever since that date last night.

BEN: Some date!

What did you and Ruby
do last night?

Went to Whippoorwill Rock.

Did she let you kiss her?

Yeah, Jim-Bob,
it's none of your business.

Quit yakking,
we've got work to do!

You're not the boss,
why don't you just lay off!

Look, bird-brain, we have to
paint the living room this week,

I'll tell you right now,
I'll do my share and that's it!

Since when have you done
more than your share?

Jim-Bob, you can take it
and beat it.

Why don't you get off
my back, big shot!

Usually those boys
are real friendly.

What makes them get
so angry at each other?

Spring of the year, I think.

You know, the sap's
starting to flow.

Boys get like that.
Most young animals,

they get kind of restless
in the spring.

Well, I'm not restless.

'Cause you're a girl!
Girls are different.

Boys, they sort of act
like young billy goats.

They stand off from one another

and start butting
one another's horns.

Girls, they just sit around
kind of moony-like.

Well, I'm not moony.

Mmm, yeah. Maybe
another year or so,

things begin greening up
and the crocuses are croaking,

you'll fall in love
with some young moon-calf fella.

You'll start pulling
the daisy petals off,

"He loves me, he loves me not,
he loves me..."

Maybe even cheating a little

to make things go the way
you want it.

(GRANDPA CHUCKLING)

Well, love is fine,

but they act like
they hate each other.

You haven't seen anything yet.
They've scarcely got started.

Pretty soon you'll be
getting to see their fur flying.

-Is that normal?
-Perfectly normal.

Mother Nature starts
egging them on

in the spring of the year.

(SINGING)
* Spring, sprang, sprung *

* Beautiful spring,
tra-la-la-la *

Cut it out, Mary Ellen,
we've got work to do!

Jase, can you leave now?

Elizabeth, come here.

Ben, you can be
Queen of the May...

Mary Ellen! Cut it out!

Elizabeth, let's get out before
the grouch eats our head off.

He's such a big cheese!

Am I glad I'm working
out in the garden today.

I wouldn't last long in here
with the mood you're in, Ben.

Get out of here, Jason, all of
you! You're a bunch of babies!

Listen to the pot
calling the kettle black.

I'm sure glad my business school
doesn't have a spring vacation.

A week off around here
could kill you.

It wouldn't take long
if they'd just get to work.

What's eating you
this morning, anyway?

Nothing.

Something's bothering you.

Oh, yeah, how was your date
with Ruby Davis last night?

You mean little Miss Iceberg?

Oh, so that's
what's bothering you.

The trouble with you is that
you're just a typical male.

You expect a girl to do
everything you want

and when she does,
you get bored with her.

Well, I think Ruby's
too good for you!

Ye gods and little fishes!
It's Miss Emily alone!

Run!

Miss Emily, nice of you to drop
in on us, so to speak.

I'm so upset.
I haven't driven for years.

Well, it seems to be
coming back to you, somewhat.

What can we do for you?

It's poor Mamie. I don't know
what's come over her.

She wants to see you right away,
if possible, Mr. Walton.

She's acting most strangely.

Oh, dear, well,
I guess that could be arranged.

You fellas do the best
you can for a spell.

Alright, Pa, be careful!

Nice to see you, Miss Emily.

Now, I haven't got
a driver's license,

but would you like to have
me drive, Miss Emily?

I don't think I should get out
from behind this wheel,

because Mamie warned me
not to kill the engine.

Well, I guess
it's either me or the engine.

-Uh, can you back up?
-Sure.

Papa planted that rose bush for
me with his very own hands.

He called it his Mamie rose.

And every year
it bears lovely buds

that open into
glorious blossoms.

But not this year.

It is surely dying.

And so am I.

I saw Papa in a dream
last night.

He was beckoning to me.

And before he died,
he saw his father in a dream,

beckoning to him.

It is most definitely an omen.

Thrips!

MISS EMILY: Thrips?
MISS MAMIE: Thrips?

GRANDPA: Yes.

Thrips are little invisible
insects, sucking insects.

Your rose bush has a bad attack
of aphids and thrips.

I think we could use some
dusting powder.

Dusting powder?

Oh, I do believe we have some
in the storeroom.

Perhaps it would be good
for sister, too.

-Mr. Walton.
-Yes?

My time has come,

and dear Emily
must be provided for.

I would so deeply appreciate it
if you would become

the executor of my estate.

Miss Mamie.

You mustn't feel that way

simply because your
little old rosebush

is infested with the thrips.

It... It's more than just that.

It's...

It's just that spring used
to be so much more.

I can see Papa playing croquet
with us out on the lawn.

Handsome young men
in white flannel trousers.

Picnics, hayrides.

It will never be that way again.

I'll not see another spring.

Oh, Miss Mamie,
you can't mean that.

I feel...

I feel it inexorably
approaching.

My very last spring.

It's not that I don't like Ben.

He's just so...

Well, so fresh, you know,
and impatient.

I know how you feel, Ruby,

and I know how impossible
Ben can get.

Yeah, but I do like
to go out with him.

If he'd just behave himself.

You know, last night
we had a date

and he just insisted on driving
out to Whippoorwill Rock.

Uh-oh.

He got so fresh,
I finally had to slap him.

I just don't know what to do
with him, Erin.

Make him jealous.
Go out with other boys.

If he sees that someone else
wants to take you out,

well, maybe he'll settle down
some and be more of a gentleman.

But with being new in town, I
just don't know many other boys.

I wouldn't worry about it, Ruby.

Boy, am I hungry!

Plowing that garden
sure gives you an appetite.

It's real man's work.

I know washing curtains
is woman's work

-but it sure isn't easy.
-Yeah,

and it makes you just as hungry.

-Hot dog! Bologna sandwiches!
-Look at him.

Just started painting and he'll
spend the next hour eating.

Stuff something in your mouth,
Ben. That way you can't talk.

Mama, where are you going?

Out to eat with your daddy so I
can get some peace and quiet.

I'm going to go
eat with John Curtis.

Fortunately, he can't talk yet.

Don't know if I'm going
to get through this week,

not the way Ben and Jim-Bob
are going at each other.

It's natural, Liv,
don't worry about it.

Natural or not,
they're getting on my nerves.

They keep pecking at each other.

They're like roosters

deciding which one
is king of the coop.

They'll settle it between
themselves sooner or later.

MISS EMILY: Now, Sister,
you can get some rest.

Now that you're assured
your rose bush will bloom again.

Nothing like tobacco dust to
cure a bad case of the thrips.

MISS EMILY: What is it, Sister?

Papa's favorite clock.

The pendulum, it's stopped.

It's another omen.

He's calling to me.
I know he is.

He is?

It's a sign, alright,
Miss Mamie,

but the sign is something's
wrong with your old clock.

No.

No, I know what it means.

And I'll go

and prepare for
the final journey.

MISS EMILY: Sister!

Don't you think you should
rest for a while

and have a sip
of the Recipe first?

MISS EMILY: Oh...

Whatever shall we do?

Well, first, I'm going to try
to fix your old clock.

And then I think we've got
to convince Miss Mamie

that she's healthier
than either one of us.

It's just like dear Papa.

He sensed he was going
to expire and he did.

Well, considering he passed on
at the advanced age of 93,

it couldn't have been
too much of a surprise.

Now we got to get
this clock tocking

so Miss Mamie
can start ticking again!

Got a screwdriver?

Hey, Grandpa, you need a ride?

(CHUCKLING) Oh, hi, Jason.

Indeed I do.
I accept without hesitation.

You know, that walk from
the Baldwin ladies'

seems to be getting longer
every time I make it.

Miss Emily offered
to give me a ride

but more than one ride
a day with that lady

is stretching your luck.

How is Miss Mamie?

Well, she seems to be afflicted

with a disease that my
dear daddy used to call

-the tulip-time vapors.
-What's that?

Well, it's a seasonal affliction

that seems to happen
to maiden ladies.

The symptoms sort of vary.

Your great-aunt Melissa,
she had it in a bad way.

She got the notion
that Teddy Roosevelt was hiding

under our front porch
waiting to grab her by the legs.

Miss Emily thinks she's about
to enter the gates of Heaven.

Well, that's too bad.

You think she might
really be sick?

No. I don't think she is really

but if she keeps pushing those
gates the way she's doing now,

she's likely to force
her way in.

I wish there was something
we could do to help.

She and Miss Emily are always
doing something for us.

Yeah. We got to put
our minds to it.

(SIGHING)

I remember how they took me in
when our house burned.

They treated me like
the king of Siam.

We didn't think we'll be able to
get you come home for a while.

(CAR STARTING)

Well, we'll think of something.

They need more socializing...

(ENGINE ROARING)

These are the last of the
curtains from upstairs.

It seems like we add
windows every year.

I think we should
get Venetian blinds.

They're in fashion now and all
you have to do is wipe them off.

-Have you finished yet, Ben?
-Yep.

Looks like Jim-Bob's
got half the wall to do.

How come he gets
to quit so early?

Because he kept on working
the same as you're going to.

Daddy wants this first coat of
paint finished by supper.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I'll go get it.

-Hello, Patsy.
-Hi, Ben.

Come on in.

Is Jim-Bob ready?

He's still painting.

Hi, Patsy.

Wow!

PATSY: Well, if that's a
compliment, I thank you.

It's nice to be appreciated
by some members of your family.

Some others I could name seem to
have forgotten I'm still alive.

Guess I kind of forgot
about our picnic.

Forgot? You must have really
been looking forward to it.

It's just that
I got to working,

and the time went by,
and well...

I wouldn't wanna take you
away from anything

so important as your painting.

But at least I got appreciation
from one of the Walton boys.

And Jim-Bob, didn't you say

you have a couple more hours
left of painting ahead?

Well, I could hurry.

PATSY: But I'm all ready
to go now.

Yeah, well,

what did you bring?

Fried chicken and potato salad,

and Aunt Flossie helped me bake
a chocolate cake.

BEN: Chocolate cake, huh?

Well, I'll tell you what, Patsy.
Since Jim-Bob can't go,

I feel obligated I should fill
in for my absent-minded brother.

It's the least I can do.

-You mean it?
-Well, sure.

Since he can't go,
I'm sure Jim-Bob won't mind.

Yeah, well suppose I do?

Tell Mama not to set a table
for me at supper.

Better not go to the
Whippoorwill Rock.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Go on, Jim-Bob, your turn.

What?

You waiting for someone,
Jim-Bob?

Maybe Ben and Patsy got lost
in the woods.

Who cares?

Anyone who paints windows
instead of walls cares.

If you're so smart, Elizabeth,
you finish the game by yourself!

-I'm gonna get some fresh air!
-Hoity-toity.

Jim-Bob, come on!

Poor Jim-Bob.
I think the love bug's bit him.

Bugs, bugs...

-Grandpa?
-Hmm?

You're buying the spring
flowers?

No, no, I'm just
looking for some

dust to put on
Miss Mamie's thrips.

Has Miss Mamie seen a doctor?

I don't think it's anything
physical with Miss Mamie.

-It's more mental.
-Thrips. Do they hurt?

I think both the Baldwin ladies
should get out more.

They stay cooped up
in that old house too long.

MARY ELLEN: Absolutely.

There's plenty of
other spring flowers

without worrying about
just one rose bush.

How did she catch these thrips?

Grandpa, aren't we having
a picnic on Saturday?

We always do to celebrate
the end of spring cleaning.

Good idea. We could ask
Miss Mamie and Miss Emily.

Probably be real good
for Miss Mamie.

That's a great idea.
Thank you, Mary Ellen.

I'll just go ask your
Pa and Ma if it's alright.

Mary Ellen, I can just
see them on a picnic.

Mosquito netting, parasols,
footstools!

-And books of poetry!
-Can we catch these thrips?

Ah, Livie, John,

the girls think it would be
a splendid idea

if we invite the Baldwin ladies
to our picnic.

Alright, Grandpa.
Do you think they'll come?

I don't think I'd have
any difficulty persuading them.

Pa, we weren't planning
anything fancy, now.

Ah, don't you worry about that.

Plain food in nature's palace

is a banquet fit for royalty,
or the Baldwin sisters.

And the girls,
they promised to help me.

We'll have wienies, and, uh,

marshmallows
and homemade ice cream.

Trouble with Pa is
he won't admit he's getting on.

He's got a few years
on Miss Mamie.

Sometimes I think we're
older than he is.

(WHISTLING SOFTLY)

-Nice evening, huh?
-OLIVIA: Sure is.

You seem in a better mood
than you've been in all day.

You bet! Had a great time
with Patsy.

She's really okay.

Must be kind of hard
having a picnic in the dark.

Oh, well, uh, we were over
at Mrs. Brimmer's porch,

you know, talking,
getting acquainted.

Jim-Bob, you never told me
how much fun Patsy is.

You never asked.

We had so much fun, we're going
out again tomorrow night.

No skin off my nose.

I just might call up
Ruby Davis for a date.

You, go out with Ruby?

Yeah!

Oh, boy, fat chance!

Good luck, little brother.

-Good luck.
-Yeah? Who says I'll need it?

I'm going for a walk.

I think it's about time
you had a heart-to-heart talk

with one or both of those boys.

It's alright, Liv.
Just let them cool off.

(EXCLAIMING)

Well, how about it?

The Walton family
cordially invites you ladies

to our annual spring-day
clean-up picnic

-on Saturday afternoon.
-Why that sounds delightful.

Wouldn't that be fun, Sister?

I'd only spoil
everyone's good time.

I doubt that, Miss Mamie.

Not much can slow down the
Waltons on a family picnic.

It would be so pretty
to see the spring flowers

and the birds and the beasts.

We have nothing much
but pleasant beasties

down at Drucilla's Pond.

It'll be a lovely day.

The trailing arbutus
will be trailing,

and furthermore,

especially since your daddy's
clock is ticking again.

Why, it is, Sister!

Isn't that astonishing?

It's looking pretty good
in here, Ben.

What do you mean, "pretty good?"

My part of the wall's
a masterpiece.

Where's Jim-Bob?

Jim-Bob claims he has an errand
to do over at Ike's.

He'll do anything
to get out of work.

I know how he feels.

I thought I'd be spring cleaning
at my own house this year.

Here I am, airing out
the same old blankets,

and cleaning out
the same old cupboards.

At least you've a lot of
brand-new diapers to change.

Yeah, that helps.

I sure wish Curt
were here, though.

Well, it's about time you showed
up. Gonna get to work today?

Yeah, I thought I might.

What're you gloating about,
Jim-Bob?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, if ever a cat swallowed
a canary, it's you.

That's pretty good, Mary Ellen,
you're pretty close, too.

-What do you mean?
-Oh, nothing.

Went over to Ike's, called Ruby
up for a date and she agreed.

That's good, Jim-Bob.
Isn't that nice, Ben?

Oh, sure. I don't mind.

Well, it sure is nice to see you
two boys enjoying your work.

This rose seems to be afflicted
with considerably more than, uh,

aphids and thrips.

What do you think is the
problem, Mr. Walton?

Well, it could be nematodes.
Could be black spot.

You see, Mother Nature,
in her infinite wisdom, arranges

for everything
to come from seeds

and then grow
to maturity and blossom,

each one fulfilling
its mission in life.

It's dying, isn't it?

Well, yes, it is, Miss Mamie,

but that has nothing
whatever to do with you.

I appreciate what
you're trying to do, Zeb,

what I wish you'd do is agree
to be executor of my estate.

Will you do that?

I'll do anything in the world
for you, Miss Mamie.

But that time is a long way off.

I'm so relieved to know that
you'll be looking after things.

Don't you fret, Miss Emily.

I'm not through by
a long way yet.

Jim-Bob! Haven't you ever
heard of knocking?

You're not a little kid
anymore, you know.

So what, you're still
just my sister.

You think this looks alright?

I think you look fine.
What're you worried about?

Well, I've never gone out
with an older girl before.

-How do you think I should act?
-You should act yourself.

Ruby's a real nice girl.

And you don't have
to put on airs for her.

Really? That sounds good to me.

Thanks a lot, Erin.

There's nothing like having an
older sister to give good advice

especially when she's
a sexy older sister.

Jim-Bob!

James Robert,
you are really good!

Well, there's nothing to it.

-Would you like to try it?
-Okay.

Here, I'll show you how.

-Put your hand on this...
-Okay.

-You know, this is fun!
-Sure is.

(RUBY LAUGHING)

You are a riot, James Robert,
a real riot!

You're kind of
nutty yourself, Ruby.

You know, I was kind of
afraid you'd be,

well, you know,
sort of stuck-up,

but I sure was wrong.

You're really sweet, James
Robert. And such a gentleman.

-See you tomorrow night.
-Okay.

Night.

Yahoo!

Ow.

Jim-Bob, what are you
trying to do,

wake up the whole family?

Oh, Ben, old boy,
you home already?

What do you think?

You should go out
with older girls.

You can stay out a lot later.

-Jim-Bob, go to bed.
-Me and Ruby had a good time.

You should've told me
she was so much fun.

Jim-Bob, will you knock it off?

She was willing
to try about anything

from marble boards
to goofy golf.

-Dry up!
-We had such a good time,

we're going to the airport
tomorrow night

and watch the planes come in.

Yes, sir, nothing like
an older, experienced girl

for having a good time.

Say, Ben, where you going?

I'm going out
to the shed to sleep

so I don't have
to listen to you!

(DOOR SLAMS)

Night, Ben.

GRANDPA: Hey, there they are.

John!

I need to have
a conference with you.

Alright, but if it's anything
about Miss Mamie's estate,

you'd better ask somebody else.

Oh, lawyer Daniels
and all that gobbledygook.

It's not Miss Mamie's estate
I'm worried about,

it's her state of mind.

And I need Jason this afternoon
to help improve it.

I guess we can work that out.

Oh, and you keep him away
from that Recipe.

JASON: What's going on, Grandpa?

You'll wear your white pants,
I'll put on my best dress.

-What?
-And you bring that straw hat.

I borrowed lawyer Daniels'
white pants.

Oh, it's going to be
a real high-tone affair!

And Elizabeth,
we've got to help prepare

the punch and the cookies now.

White pants?

I used to have a pair
when I was young,

two-tone shoes and a straw hat.

(SINGING) * I'll be down to get
you in a taxi, honey *

(JASON LAUGHING)

* Down to get you
about half past eight *

Uh, Daddy.

Daddy?

* Now don't be late
I'm gonna be there... *

Morning, Liv.
How are you this morning?

I was wondering when you were
going to take me strutting.

Any time you say!

(OLIVIA LAUGHING)

Look at this,
a little lemonade here.

-There you go, son.
-Looks good, thank you.

This is to you, my dear.

The thing about Patsy is
she'll listen and learn

about the things in life
from someone who's older,

more experienced.

Yeah, well, Ruby's already
experienced.

She's been around, you know.
Lived in Richmond.

-Yeah, Patsy's from Baltimore.
-I know that.

And I know everything there is
to know about Ruby, also!

Alright, then cut
the chatter, okay?

Jim-Bob, I don't care
if you never talk to me again.

That's fine with me.

You won't believe the pleasure
it's been sleeping in the shed.

Heck I can't.

You moving out is
the best thing ever happened!

Thought you weren't
gonna talk to me.

It'd be a pleasure
not talking to you.

Ben, you missed a spot,
right there.

Tell Jim-Bob. That's his part.

Why do I need to tell Jim-Bob?
He heard me, didn't you?

Tell Ben. That's not my part.

You two have just about
convinced me that John Curtis

should be an only child.

We're going to the store,
and while we're gone,

why don't you tell each other to
take a flying jump in the lake?

It's a good idea.

Well, I'll have to admit
I was a little surprised

about James Robert's age.

I guess I got him
mixed up with John-Boy.

-Isn't he the older one?
-Yes, but he's in New York.

And Jason is older, too,
but he works at night.

-And Ben's older.
-Yeah, I know.

But James Robert is a lot of
fun, even though he's younger.

-He's very mature for his age.
-Really?

I'll be darned.

Has Ben said anything?

Well, he hasn't come right out
and said he's jealous,

but you can tell something's
bugging him.

It isn't that I'm not having fun
with James Robert.

It's just that watching
airplanes land at night

or going down to the depot
to see the train come in,

well, it's okay the first time.

I'm afraid the only time
Jim-Bob gets romantic

is over a piece of machinery.

Almost the only time.

He's changing.

Jim-Bob? Really?

Isn't it delightful, Sister?

Just the way it used to be.

Why, I almost expect
to see Mr. Ashley Longworth

walking through that gate
at any moment.

Ladies,

may I offer you
some of my punch?

I hope you noticed
I took the liberty

of putting some
of the Recipe in it.

Just for added flavor.

Yes.

And that's how I know there's

something very serious
wrong with me.

I don't even enjoy
the Recipe, Zeb.

Dear me!

I didn't realize
it was that serious.

-Grandpa, it's your turn.
-Coming!

Could I induce you to play

a game of croquet
with me, Miss Mamie?

No, but I do appreciate your
efforts to make me happy

during my last spring.

Cheers.

Be right back.

-There we go.
-Grandpa, that's my ball.

Out of my way.

-Grandpa, that's his ball!
-Your ball is over there.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

ELIZABETH: Come on, Grandpa!

Grandpa, come in
out of the rain!

Grandpa!

Uh-oh. He's got his foot
stuck in that wicket.

ELIZABETH: Grandpa!

Grandpa, you're gonna
get all wet.

JASON: You're gonna get
soaked out there!

Forget about the punch.
Come on in!

Those fresh flowers
sure are beautiful.

They look like spring.
Are they from your garden?

Yeah, I was taking them over
to my grandma's house

before the rain came.
Why don't you take some home?

Oh, well, thank you.

Our place is such a mess now,
it'll brighten things up.

How's the paint job coming?

Very quietly. Ben and Jim-Bob
aren't speaking to each other.

Oh, I didn't think
Jim-Bob cared.

Well, it isn't just Jim-Bob.

Ben won't admit it, but he's
not happy about Jim-Bob

having taken out Ruby Davis just
about every night this week.

He's been going out
with that older girl?

Sounds like an Andy Hardy movie,
doesn't it?

You must think we're all pretty
scatterbrained and fickle.

When it comes
to love in bloom,

anyone can have
a change of heart.

I know all about it.

Oh, it stopped raining.
Thanks for the flowers, Patsy.

Sure. Jim-Bob helped me
plant these

so they'd bloom this spring.
I'll walk part way with you.

Okay, move 'em out, John Curtis.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Those flowers Patsy brought
make a lovely centerpiece.

That Ben's a real Romeo.

Girls are sending him flowers.

The way Patsy talked, they could
have been for Jim-Bob.

-Sure, sure.
-Don't say I didn't tell you.

Ruby still talks an awful lot
about Ben.

I'd rather not hear about it,
if you don't mind.

Uh, did anybody notice that
Jim-Bob is

now combing his hair
the way Ruby likes it?

That's just the way
I slept on it.

Jason, want to
pass the potatoes, please?

Ask Jim-Bob. I can't reach them.

-You ask him.
-Me?

You're the one who wants them.

I'll ask him.
Jim-Bob, pass Ben the potatoes.

Not if they're for Ben.

Just a minute, you two,
this has gone on far enough.

You're upsetting
the whole family,

not speaking to one another,
Ben sleeping in the shed.

It's ridiculous.

Either you two start acting like
human beings or leave the table.

Excuse me.
I have a date tonight.

Excuse me. I have a date, too.

Jim-Bob, can I have your
chicken?

I cannot for the life of me
understand

what's gotten into those two.

That's because when you were
their age, you was a girl.

Thank heavens for that.

You didn't have a young brother
to contend with.

Me and Ben did get into it once
and awhile.

(CHUCKLING) I remember one time,
when both of you

was courting a young filly
over at Rockfish.

You got in an argument about it.

I swear, I had to almost pry
you apart with a crowbar.

Young filly?

Well, Pa, you're talking
about that...

That four-legged kind,
aren't you?

Liv, he was talking
about a horse.

Yes, and that was in
the spring of the year, too!

Pa, you're no help.

Liv, I'm telling you,
he was talking about a horse.

Grandpa, would you
please tell John that

I don't believe a word of it.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Now, Pa... Now, just stop...

Here they are.

They're all ready.
Lawyer Daniels looked 'em over,

and I am now your
official executor,

as much as I dislike the job.

Sister and I do appreciate
what you have done, Mr. Walton.

It will be a comfort to know
this while I wait for my time.

Wait. I have been putting up
with that all along

and I've got to tell you
you're falling

for the oldest line
of malarkey in the world.

That at a certain age everything
comes to a roaring halt. Hmm!

That you're too old for this
and you're too old for that.

Well, they're wrong. No.

Life is not getting any older,
but just better!

I've learned that
I'm gonna hold onto life

with both two fists
and they'll have to fight

to get it away from me!

Now, where'd you get the notion
that you want to quit?

Well, that's just
the way I feel.

And I... I've seen the signs.

And after all,
I'm not young anymore.

I've got a pleasant
surprise for you.

I want you to be ready
when I come tomorrow.

Oh, Zeb, I'm not sure
that I can.

Oh, of course you can, Sister,
if you just try.

Don't you worry about that now.

But you see that you're ready
when I get here.

Pleasant dreams to both of you.

I do hope that it don't rain.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC
PLAYING IN MOVIE)

Maybe now that we've painted
the living room,

we can think about remodeling
the kitchen next year.

Not a bad idea, if things stay

as good as they've been
this year.

I guess at our age

it's a better spring pastime
to be remodeling the kitchen

than howling at the moon.

That fresh, warm air

used to make me as feisty
as it does Ben and Jim-Bob.

You thinking about
that filly in Rockfish again?

Not me.

I'm glad all the mooning
and craziness

of those years is past.

At least I keep telling
that to myself.

It's good to hear that you're
finally settling down.

It's nice to be grown up,
alright.

(HOWLING)

Young lady,
I think you dropped your pillow.

(OLIVIA LAUGHING)

-Hi.
-Hi.

Uh, good show, huh?

It was alright.

I thought it was good.

-Yeah, but what do you know?
-I know what I like.

-It was really romantic.
-You're a real expert at that.

Especially at robbing
the cradle.

-How about yourself, Ben?
-Get smart with me!

Come on, Ben, let's go.

-All mouth and no muscle.
-Come on.

Just forget about it, okay?

One of these days
I'll teach him

I'm not his
little brother anymore!

John, I'm afraid
I haven't been much help

with spring planting this year.

It's alright, Pa.

Being between government
contracts gave me the time.

Tell you the truth,
I enjoyed it.

I'd much rather have been with
you, don't you know that?

How's Miss Mamie doing?

She's still down
at the bottom of the well.

But I've got a plan and I need
your help this afternoon.

She going to the picnic?

Yeah, and what I need is to get
a big bunch together.

Have them ready by 2:00.
The more the merrier.

I don't know, Pa,

what with the way Ben and
Jim-Bob are going at each other.

It's gonna be
a surprise for them, too,

but more especially
for Miss Mamie.

Oh, I sure wish
I never give up like Miss Mamie.

I'll never see that, Pa.

You know, I believe
in growing old gracefully.

Certain age, they tell you,

"Climb up on the shelf,
you're 65.

"It's all over at 65." 65, 75...

What are they?
Just nothing but numbers.

I tell you what. If I ever see
you going down in the dumps,

I'll just walk you on down
to Drucilla's Pond,

put a fishing pole in your hand.

A fishing pole?
That'd just suit me fine.

Fishing pole...

By George, that's it!

Well, could you tell me
which way the Walton place is?

-MARY ELLEN: You like it?
-Very nice job, honey.

Well, I had some
pretty good help.

At least half
the paint job is good.

-Yeah, and I know which half.
-My half.

JOHN: Alright, that's enough.

Grandpa wants us to go
on a picnic this afternoon

and there'll be no
bickering to spoil it.

-I can't. I have a date today.
-Me, too.

Well, you bring them along.
And that's final.

I don't think I'd take John
Curtis. He's got the sniffles.

So I think I'll stay home
and write to Curt.

Well, we'll miss you, honey.

But the rest of us are going
and have a nice, peaceful time.

Right?

Right.

I can't wait much longer.

I think I'm gonna die
of boredom,

surprise or no surprise.

Well, it better be something
good to liven up this bunch.

JASON: I'm sure glad
I'm not in love.

I couldn't stand
to be that happy.

Jason. Look!

Is that Grandpa?

Holy cow!

-Look at that.
-I don't believe it!

-Well, look at that.
-Wow.

BEN: Looks like fun, huh?

(HORSES NEIGHING)

Hey, Grandpa!

It's beautiful, Grandpa!

(ALL CHATTERING)

GRANDPA: All aboard!

Hayride, hayride.

Come on, let's get going!

A hayride.

I knew he was up to something,
but I never guessed this.

One thing about your father, he
doesn't do things in small ways.

Sister! How can you
do this to Mr. Walton?

After all he's done for you,

you won't even accept his kind
invitation to go on a picnic!

(WAGON APPROACHING)

GRANDPA: Hi, ladies! All aboard!

(LAUGHING) Miss Mamie!

Miss Emily!

Mr. Walton!

Why, he's organized a hayride
just for you, Sister!

-Come on up!
-Come on!

I'm too old for such frivolity.

(SINGING) * Put on your
old gray bonnet *

* With the blue ribbon on it *

* While I hitch old Dobbin
to the shay *

* And through the fields of
clover we'll drive up to Dover *

* On our golden wedding day *

* Put on your old gray bonnet
with the blue ribbon on it *

* While I hitch
old Dobbin to the shay *

* And through the fields of
clover we'll drive up to Dover *

* On our golden wedding day **

Well, here we go, girls.

May I be of assistance,
Miss Emily?

Papa taught us how to fish,

but he always baited
my hook for me.

Oh, I'll do that for you.

Miss Mamie, would you hold
my pole for me?

Please?

There we go! He's a big one,
isn't he?

(CHUCKLING)

(SINGING) * Great big scrawny
ones Little tiny wiggly ones *

* Golly, how they wiggle
and squirm! *

You're awfully quiet today,
James Robert.

Yeah, I guess so.

It was seeing Patsy again,
wasn't it?

What do you mean?

At least I think we should be
honest with each other,

don't you?

Sure.

Then I should tell you

I sort of got
that old feeling today.

Ben?

Me, too, with Patsy.

I still like you, James Robert.

Do you think
we should tell them?

They may not feel the same.

Don't get your line tangled.
Look out for the hook.

Here we go now. Let her rip!

(MISS EMILY LAUGHING)

Fine cast.

I've forgotten how much fun
fishing can be!

Oh, it surely is good
for what ails you.

You can sit all day just
fishing, not catch anything,

but if you do, it is wonderful!

Oh! Oh, my!

GRANDPA: You got something
there.

-You better take it, Mr. Walton.
-Oh, no. It's your fish.

You fetch her in!

-Oh, I can't!
-Oh, play it back and forth.

Play it back and forth
the way Papa taught you!

Oh!

Oh, are you alright?
Don't you want some help?

-No!
-Be careful!

No!

I've got him!

Oh, wow!

(LAUGHING)

Wasn't that exciting!

Oh, Mamie, you're smiling again!

Oh!

This is one of the
biggest catfish

I've ever seen around here.

Oh, you're a lulu.

Mamie, your feet are all wet.
Don't you want to go change?

Oh, now, really, Mr. Walton.
I'm just getting started!

Where's the bait can?

I'm getting it.

-It sure is a pretty day today.
-It's beautiful.

-I'm glad you were here with me.
-I'm glad to be here.

Ben, please.

What's the matter?

Your family's here.

You mean Jim-Bob's here.

Well, I saw you looking at Ruby.

-Let's forget about them, okay?
-No, Ben, please.

Hey, Ben, what are you doing?

-What are you, spying on me now?
-You let go of her.

You mind your own business.
You got your own date.

Hey!

Brother!

(GIRLS SHOUTING)

Daddy!

Ben and Jim-Bob are fighting.

Good, maybe we can have
some peace around here.

-John!
-Okay.

Ben, stop it!

Stop it!

-Are you alright?
-I'm okay.

-Are you okay, Ben?
-Yeah, I think so.

Wow, that was some wallop.

I think I broke my knuckles
on your dumb chin.

Yeah? Let me take a look.

-No, it's okay.
-How about your chin?

I'm still talking, aren't I?

Yeah, unfortunately.

JOHN-BOY: Spring that year
saw Jim-Bob come of age.

There was a new maturity
and purpose about him.

And it was the last time that
anyone ever thought of him

as Ben Walton's little brother.

ALL: (SINGING) * By the light *

* Of the silvery moon *

* I want to spoon *

* To my honey
I'll croon love's tune *

* Honeymoon,
keep a-shining in June *

* Your silvery beams
will bring love dreams *

* We'll be cuddling soon *

* By the silvery moon *

* By the light *

* Of the silvery moon *

* I want to spoon *

ELIZABETH: Are you still awake,
Mary Ellen?

MARY ELLEN: Trying to finish
my letter.

Got a lot more
to write about.

JASON: Tell him
that the two sluggers

are both fast asleep in here,

moaning and groaning
every time they turn over.

MARY ELLEN: Okay, I'll tell him.

GRANDPA: Quiet down up there,
will you?

MARY ELLEN: You tired out,
too, Grandpa?

GRANDPA: No, but I have
got to get up at sunrise.

JASON: How come?

GRANDPA:
'Cause the Baldwin ladies,

they want to go fishing again.

MARY ELLEN: Goodnight, Grandpa.