Ike: How's it feel to be a working man?
John-Boy: Ike, Mama would skin me alive! Everyone knows those two ladies make bootleg whiskey.
Ike: But they don't know what they're doing. They're just following their papa's Recipe.
John-Boy: But sometimes they sell it!
Ike: Yeah, but they're just like two little girls by a roadside selling lemonade.
Olivia: Now I've got two sons working nights in a saloon.
John Walton: I hate this draft job, Liv. I can't stand playing God to my neighbors' sons.
Grandma (Esther) Walton: Rise and shine, you two.
Jason Walton: I'll rise, but I sure won't shine.
Grandpa (Zeb) Walton: I could do another sandwich, Esther.
Grandma (Esther) Walton: You're the one at this table who could do a little starving.
Grandpa (Zeb) Walton: Esther, we have got to keep our strength up.
Grandma (Esther) Walton: Strength? I think you just get weak carrying all that around.
Grandpa (Zeb) Walton: Jim Bob, just where do you think you're going?
Jim Bob Walton: I'm leaving, Grandpa.
Grandpa (Zeb) Walton: May your favorite Grandpa ask why?
Jim Bob: Elizabeth's never going to walk again... it's my fault.