All language subtitles for The Waltons s02e03 The Separation.eng

Whenever I think about
Walton's Mountain and my family

I remember mostly
the feeling of love

and happiness we all shared.

But though the mountain
never changed,

there were times, rare times

when those we though
the closest

found themselves at odds.

It happens in all families,
I suppose

and it happened
one day in ours.

-Good morning, John-Boy.
-Good morning, Son.

-Hello.
-Hi, John-Boy.

Running late?

No, I got up early.
Cooked myself some breakfast.

That's where that greasy
frying pan came from.

I'm sorry, Grandma.

Come on, children, hurry up.
You'll be late for school.

You still haven't told us
about the dance, Mama.

What dance, honey?

Here, in the circular.
A big barn dance tomorrow night.

The livery stable. Liv, when
did we last go dancing?

Back about the turn
of the century, I imagine.

-Think you still remember how?
-I think I could manage.

Can we go, Mama? All of us?

Your father and I
will talk about it.

We'll let you know
in time.

Does it say
who the caller's going to be?

Oglethorpe Hansen. Have a look.

-Best caller in the county.
-Never heard of him.

Oglethorpe's just
his professional name.

Don't you remember Fred Hansen?

That long-legged beanpole.

He was the best dancer
this side of the James River.

Maybe then, but not now.

Did you know him, Grandma?

Quite well.

You should've seen them both
sashaying around that floor

-cutting fancy steps--
-Green Eyes is jealous.

I may have danced
a lot with Fred

but I always saved
our special waltz for you.

-What was that, Grandma?
-My Wild Irish Rose.

She was so wild. By the time
she finished dancing with him

she was so worn out,
she couldn't keep up with me.

-Come on, children. Hurry up.
-Off you go.

-Bye, Daddy.
-Goodbye, honey.

-Alright, take care now.
-Bye, Grandma.

Alright. Slow down there.

What was that song, Pa?

* Wild Irish rose
the sweetest flower that grows *

* And some day for my sake *

* She may let me take the bloom
from my wild Irish Rose *

-Morning, ma'am.
-Morning.

I'm from the Jefferson County
Electric Company.

John!

Your bill's way past due, ma'am.

I know. We've been meaning
to send it in but.

What is it, Liv?

This man is from
the electric company.

Your bill's past due,
and my orders are

either to collect it
or turn off your power.

-We've been expecting you.
-I got a lot of rounds to make.

If you ain't got the money.

Do what you have to do.
It's around back.

Folks, I'm awful sorry,
but I've got my orders.

What's going on out here?

The electric company's
gonna turn off our electricity.

Couldn't pay the bill.

-They can't do that.
-I'm afraid they can, Pa.

-John?
-I'm going over to Anker Barnes.

He's owed me moneyfor lumber
for three weeks.

He's in the same boat we are.
Nobody's got the cash.

I can at least ask him.

Maybe he's got enough
to turn the power on tomorrow.

It's a shame, that's what it is.
A shame and a disgrace.

Exactly 22 cents to our name.

-Here, Grandpa, you take this.
-Why me?

Candles. We'll need some light
when the children come home.

That is a very good idea.

Maybe I'd better get on down
to Ike Godsey's now.

I've been so fearful
this day would finally come

when we couldn't pay our bills.

If you fear a thing enough,
you're asking for it.

-Why, Mr. Walton! Come in.
-Miss Emily.

-Sister, it's Mr. Walton.
-Good morning, Mr. Walton.

Ladies, I have called
to make you a proposition.

Oh, my goodness.

I happen to know you've got
some loose drainpipes

that need fixing.
I don't want you bothering me

when it gets to be bad weather.
So I will fix them for $2.50

and the use of your automobile

to go to Charlottesville
this afternoon.

You're going to Charlottesville
this afternoon?

I aim to, if it's a bargain.

It's a bargain,
on one condition.

-What's that?
-That you take us with you.

Ladies, it will pleasure me
to do so

providing I can make
one business stop before 5:00.

Now lead me to those pipes.

John-Boy, have you ever been
to a barn dance before?

Yeah.

-What happened?
-What do you mean?

You've been to a dance,
you know what happens.

Last year, when Mama was sick.

That was different.
I was with G.W.

What happens if you're
not with anybody?

I don't know what you'd do.
You're a girl.

But I being a boy
have to pick my partner first.

What if nobody picks me?

I guess you have to pick
somebody. You could pick Jason.

-No.
-If you had to.

My own brother?

You just start off together,
silly, and then you switch off.

Then pretty soon, everyone's
dancing with everyone else.

Jason doesn't even know
how to dance.

This would be a perfect time
for him to learn.

I'm not gonna teach him.

I see the children,
but I don't see Zeb.

Don't worry, Grandma.
He'll be along.

I can't help worrying.

That old fool could've been
to the store

and back 15 times by now.

Grandma, if anything had
happened, we would've heard.

-Hi, Mama!
-We're home.

Put your books away, children,
and start your chores.

-Okay.
-I wanna listen to the radio.

John-Boy, I wanna talk to you.

I want you to go down
to Ike Godsey's

and see if you can find
your grandpa.

We sent him there this morning
to get some candles.

Candles?

The power company
turned off the electricity.

-I knew that was gonna happen.
-Hurry up, will you?

Grandpa's been gone all day.
Your grandma's worried sick.

You know where he is, don't you?
He's down at Ike's playing pool.

What's wrong with that radio?

I wanna listen
to Jack Armstrong.

I'll explain it to you.

What a beautiful day
for a drive.

-Isn't this a treat, Emily?
-It certainly is.

You're a splendid driver,
Mr. Walton.

Thank you. I hope I get
my license back soon.

When Mamie drives, we sing tunes

and she keeps time with her foot
on the accelerator.

It makes for such a joyful ride.

If you ladies
care to raise your voice in song

I'll be happy to keep time
with you.

* On top of Old Smokey *

* All covered with snow *

* I lost my true lover *

* For courting too slow *

* Now courting is a pleasure *

* And parting is grief *

And then it's got
the different sizes

so that you can grind
anything you want to.

Hey, John-Boy.

Why don't you look it over
and I'll be right back?

Hey, Ike. Is my Grandpa around?

Nope. I ain't seen your grandpa
in three or four days.

That's funny.
My mama sent him here

this morning
to pick up some candles.

Candles?

Yeah, we need some candles.

A lot of folks need candles
these days

but I ain't seen your grandpa,
John-Boy. Not today.

That's really strange.

Ike, we need those candles so.

I'm sure my grandpa's
got some money on him.

Could you let me have them

and I'll pay you back
when I find him?

I guess it's okay.
I'll be right with you, folks.

How many do you need, John-boy?

Uh, seven or eight
ought to do it.

Come on, ladies.

This will have to be
our last stop.

They don't let me drive much
after twilight

and it'll soon be getting dark.

Yes.

We'll get on home
as soon as we pay our respects

to Mr. Harper.

There you are.

Ladies, what a pleasure it is
to see you again.

Good day, Mr. Harper.

We just couldn't
visit town without stopping in.

Good to see you again, Zeb.

Papa purchased his medicine from
Mr. Harper during the illness.

It was a pleasure to do business

with such a distinguished
gentleman as Judge Baldwin.

Mr. Harper used to deliver
the medicine personally

all the way to our house.

And he never left without
sharing some of the Recipe.

The Recipe.

We have a surprise for you.

You don't mean to tell me.

It's from a batch
that Papa made in 1925

and we only share it
with very special people.

Well, I declare!
How very thoughtful of you.

You must let me do something
for you. I know.

How about three chocolate sodas
on the house?

-Mr. Walton, have we time?
-Chocolate?

It's been a long time
since I've had a soda.

I don't see how a chocolate soda

could possibly interfere
with my driving.

Let's indulge ourselves.

Mr. Harper, your hospitality
is positively overwhelming.

Alright, three chocolate sodas
coming up in a jiffy.

Why don't you browse around?

I'll call you
when they're ready.

-Isn't he a lovely gentleman?
-He seems to be.

Look, Sister. Perfume.

It smells positively wicked.

What do you expect?
Look at that name. L'Amour.

Those French women
have no shame.

There seems to be
all kinds here.

"My Rapture."

I think I'd like to get
some of that for my Esther.

What kind does she prefer,
Mr. Walton?

I don't exactly remember.
It's raspberry, I think.

Raspberry?

That is her favorite flavor
in a punch drink. Raspberry.

Here's a nice cologne.
Evening Mist.

It don't exactly smell
like raspberry to me.

But it's light and delicate.
And it's only 39 cents.

39 cents. I think maybe I could
go for that.

Do you suppose he'd wrap it up
as a gift for me?

I'm sure he will.

There you are, ladies. All set.

Don't they look delicious!

They certainly do.

Mr. Harper, would you wrap
this as a gift for Mr. Walton?

I'd be happy to.
That's 39 cents.

-Here you are.
-Thank you, sir.

-Isn't this a treat, Sister?
-A divine treat.

Life just has its little
rewards, doesn't it, Mr. Walton?

Indeed it does.

Grandma, we ought to light
the candles

and feed the children now.

Where could that old man be?

He's probably out
with John somewhere.

John-Boy said that Zeb never
reached Ike Godsey's store.

He could be lying alongside
the road somewhere hurt or....

Come on, Grandma,
let's feed the children.

That's a dog. That's Reckless.

It's got a split lip.

-Make a crab, John-Boy.
-A crab?

It's like a tick
going up a leg.

It's upside down.

Hello, everyone.

Hi, Daddy.

It's like old times.

Daddy, watch John-Boy
make a crab.

Know how to make a duck?
Watch this.

Isn't Zeb with you?

No, Ma. I was out trying to sell
a hog all day with Anker Barnes.

Got the money, too.

What's wrong?

Grandpa started for Ike Godsey's
store this morning

shortly after you left.

Only he never got there,
and we have no idea where he is.

I think we should
drive around and see

if Zeb is with
one of the neighbors.

Alright, Ma.

We've had dinner,
but I'll keep your supper warm.

Let's go.

John, stop.

There's something over there
at the side of the road.

No, Ma, it's nothing.
It's just an old log.

Nobody home.

Can't say I'm sorry.

If I thought that old man had
been in there all day

drinking that Recipe.

He's probably
with one of his friends, Ma.

Which one? He's got friends
all over these mountains.

You know his friends better
than I do. What about Alan?

-Wasn't that.
-It sure was, Ma.

You go get him.

Son, what on earth
are you doing here?

We've been looking for you, Pa.

John Walton,
how nice to see you.

Hello, Miss Mamie
and Miss Emily.

Do come in and have
some refreshment, Mr. Walton.

I'm afraid not.
My ma is waiting in the truck.

Esther?

My goodness.
Maybe she'll join us.

I wouldn't be smiling
if I were you, Pa.

Mrs. Walton,
I'm so happy to see you again.

It's been some time.

That husband of yours
just has to be the kindest man

in the entire state of Virginia.

He drove us all the way
into Charlottesville.

He's a kind one, alright.

Won't you come in for a visit?

I'm sorry. Got some folks home
worried about us.

Maybe some other time, ladies.

Well, if you must go.

Thank you again, Mr. Walton.
It was a most delightful trip.

-My pleasure, ladies.
-A divine treat.

You better get in now, Pa.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye, all.
-Goodbye! Thank you again.

I'll bet you can't guess
why I went into town today.

Well, it wasn't to buy candles.
You took our last 22 cents.

Candles, my land!
I completely forgot about it.

You'd rather go gallivanting
around with two single ladies

instead of caring for your own?

Esther, you don't really
mean that.

You smell like a June bride.

Alright, then.
I just won't tell you.

We will let it be a surprise.

You're the one that's in
for a surprise, old man.

You'll be sleeping
on the couch tonight.

I let the kids know
that I'm safe and sound.

-Safe, maybe.
-You, too?

You could've told us you were
driving the Baldwins to town.

What am I,
some little shirttail kid

that has to report to his mama
every time he turns around?

If you could've seen Grandma
worrying all day.

That's the trouble with her.
She worries too much.

Where is she? I suppose she's
sitting in our room pouting.

I'm gonna go see
if she's alright.

If I made her a bed of roses,

she'd only complain
about the thorns.

What's she doing?
Sitting in there brooding,

without even a lit candle.

At least we'll have the lights
tomorrow, thank heaven.

I finally sold that hog
Anker Barnes paid me with.

Going in to settle up tomorrow.

There's no need to do that.

That's what I went into town
for today.

You did what?

I fixed the Baldwins'
drainpipes.

They gave me enough money
to pay the bill.

The man will turn it on
in the morning.

For heaven's sake,
why didn't you tell Ma that?

Because she's been letting her

mind run wild
with jealousy here lately.

I decide to let her stew
in her own juices.

I still think
you ought to tell her.

Nope. Don't tell her, either.
It's between the two of us.

She'll find out in the morning.

Maybe then she'll have
a regret or two

for the way she's been acting.

Livie, what on earth
you got there?

Your bedclothes for the night.

You mean to say she was serious

about having me
sleep on that couch?

Sounded mighty serious to me.

We'll just see about that.

Now, see here, old woman,
there is a limit to my patience.

Your patience?

Did you spend the day
worrying yourself sick?

You don't care about me.

All you care about
is having yourself a fling.

Esther, you have got
a dark and a suspicious mind.

And you smell to high heaven
of toilet water.

It's perfume. There's
an explanation for that, too.

You could explain the Depression
if you had the chance.

Now, leave me alone? I've taken
all I can for one day.

I am not sleeping on any couch.

Alright, then. You take the bed.
I'll sleep on the couch.

Esther, I will not
put up with this.

There's nothing
you can do about it.

Ma, did you at least give him
a chance to explain?

There's nothing to explain. He's
an old fool and he's proved it.

Ma, I happen to know
there's a reason

that he went to Charlottesville.

If you asked him, he'd tell you.

You men. The way you stick
together.

Ma, would you at least ask him?

I've done all the listening
and talking I'm going to.

If he wants to share
my bed at night,

he can share my troth
during the day.

I will be saying goodbye.

Where you going
this time of night?

If she don't want me in her bed,
she don't want me in her house.

Pa, just cool off a bit?

If you have to go,
go in the morning.

Yeah, Grandpa. Sleep on it.

It's high time
that this family learned

that Zeb Walton
can take care of himself.

-Where are you going?
-I have a friend.

What do you mean, a friend?
What friend? Wait a minute.

Just leave me be.

-Morning.
-Good morning, John-Boy.

Where's Grandpa? Did he finish
his breakfast already?

-No.
-Is Grandpa sick?

No, he's not sick. You hurry up
and finish your breakfast.

-Mama, tonight's the night.
-What night?

The night of the big barn dance.
You said you'd let us know.

I'll let you know later,
Mary Ellen.

Why can't make up your mind.

The dance is free. It won't cost
a fortune to get in.

I've got so much to think about.
We'll talk about it later.

I need to know.
I have to iron my dress.

Wouldn't harm you to iron it.

How can you iron without
electricity?

That's right.

Put the iron on the stove.
That's what grandma used to do.

-It wasn't that kind of an iron.
-It was this kind.

So if you want to iron,
go right ahead.

I don't have time.
Elizabeth, finish this, honey.

-I gotta see Grandpa.
-Wait, John-Boy.

What do you want to see him for?

I gotta get some money from him
to pay for the candles.

He's not in our room.

Where is he?

Here's some money
your daddy gave me.

-Grandma's acting kind of funny.
-I noticed.

Alright, you children,

Saturday's chores
are waiting. Hurry up.

Daddy.

What's going on around here?

Grandpa left
in a huff last night.

He and your grandma were
spatting. He had enough.

Where'd he go?

Staying with one of his
old cronies, I guess.

What happened?

It seems he worked for
the Baldwin sisters yesterday

made a little money, went into
Charlottesville,

and paid the electric bill.

He was trying
to tell your grandma,

but she was yelling too much.

That's what
they're fighting about?

Something like that.

I reckon I better get on over
to Ike's.

Finish paying for those candles.

Hey, Ike.

Hey, John-Boy.
Am I ever glad to see you.

Did you think
I wasn't going to pay you back?

No, it's not this. It's that.

-So he came here?
-About midnight.

Woke me up
and asked me to bed him down.

I didn't mind last night.
But this morning.

I got customers coming in.

You want me to wake him up,
is that it?

I'd be much obliged, John-Boy.

Grandpa.

John-boy.

Did you have a good sleep?

I have had worse.

You hungry?

Hungry as I am,
I'll get me a soda pop

and a couple of crackers
from Ike.

That's no breakfast.

Did your grandma
send you down here?

-No, nobody knew you were here.
-Just as well.

You're not planning
to come home?

Not unless.

Only under certain conditions.

Is the electricity
turned back on yet?

It wasn't when I left.

It ought to be back on
pretty soon now.

I know. Daddy told me
how you paid for it.

Soon as Esther learns the truth,
she'll have a change of heart.

I hope so.

In that case,
I don't see no harm in letting

certain parties
know where I'm at.

If she wants to come here
and make her peace

there's no reason to stop her.

You mean, apologize?

Grandma?

It's up to her.
Let her conscience be her guide.

-Good morning, Ike.
-Good morning, Mr. Walton.

I think I have about 16 cents
on me and a powerful appetite.

Wonder if you could fix me up.

Why don't you just look around
and see what suits your fancy?

-John-Boy, here's your change.
-Just apply it to his bill?

You never can tell
when he's gonna need it.

-A soda pop, please.
-Coming right up.

Mary Ellen,
can't you find something to do?

No.

Then go on outside and play
with the other children.

-I don't feel like playing.
-Then do some work.

-Go on out and help your mother.
-She doesn't need any help.

If you think moping around
the house

is going to get you
to that dance tonight

you are sadly mistaken.

When I was your age
and I just thought

I might get to go to a dance

I did everything to get into
my mama's good graces.

I was bright and helpful.

I got everything ready,
like the dress.

Mama can at least give me an
answer.

Your mama's got a lot
on her mind. We all do.

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How did that thing
start working?

Take care.

-He turned the power back on.
-That's right, Ma.

But you haven't
paid the bill yet.

Pa paid it yesterday.

That's why he went
into Charlottesville.

But how could he?

He earned some money
working for the Baldwin sisters.

Then why didn't he
just come out and say so?

I guess you didn't give him
any chance to.

-How long have you known?
-Since last night.

Then why didn't you tell me?

I promised him I wouldn't.

He said it was
just between you two.

There's no fool
like an old fool,

and I don't mean your papa.

Poor Grandma.
You should have told her, John.

Maybe you're right,
but I promised I wouldn't.

It's between them, anyway.

-Guess who I saw at Ike's?
-Grandpa!

That's right!

Did he say if he's coming home?

He said he would under certain
conditions.

I think he wants Grandma
to go see him.

Tell her where he is.

It's up to her
what she wants to do about it.

-I could use a hand, son.
-Okay.

John-Boy saw Grandpa.
He's down at Ike Godsey's.

What was he doing?

Feeling hurt and put out,
most likely.

Most likely.

He did what he did
for our sakes,

and then not to be appreciated.

If the old fool had just come
right out and told the truth.

You know men.

John-Boy was under
the impression

he's planning
to stay away until.

Till I apologize?

I know it's hard.

I've been meaning to go down
to Ike's to price a few things.

I'll see if John-Boy
can drive you.

You give me a moment
to freshen up.

Are you going to write
all this down in your book?

No, not if you don't
want me to.

Well, I'd rather you didn't.

But if you were gonna
write it down

how would you put it? I mean,
how would you have me apologize?

I'd just have you say,
"I'm sorry."

I mean, how would you put
our meeting?

I guess Grandpa's face
would just light up

when you walked in.

You'd be very gentle with him
and say, "I'm sorry."

And then he'd probably
snatch up his suitcase and say

"Well, let's get on home
where we belong, old woman."

I'd like that.

Hi, Mrs. Walton.
How are you today?

Morning, Ike.

Just come in to price
a few things, if you don't mind.

No, feel free to browse around.
Whatever you wish.

-You alone here, Ike?
-Yeah, I'm alone.

I thought maybe Grandpa
would be here.

No, he left about
15 minutes ago.

That's funny.
We didn't pass him on the road.

Did he say where he was going?

Yeah, he was going over
to the Baldwin sisters'.

We'll be going home now.

Real life isn't like a story,
is it, John-Boy?

-Mr. Walton! Come in.
-Morning, Miss Emily.

Sister, it's Mr. Walton.

How nice of you
to drop by, Mr. Walton.

Truth is, I forgot
that package of perfume

I bought in Charlottesville
last night.

You know, that sweet-smelling
stuff I got for Esther.

Yes, the cologne.

I've looked in the car,
but it's not there.

Perhaps I brought it in with
my things. I'll have a look.

-Thank you, Miss Emily.
-Won't you sit down, Mr. Walton?

No, I don't believe so.

My joints are a little stiff
this morning.

I know just the cure for that.
A touch of the Recipe.

Papa always used to say

"There's nothing like a touch
of the Recipe

to loosen the man up."

He certainly
had something there.

There you are.

Miss Mamie,
you are a gracious woman.

Here it is.
I did put it in my bag.

Good.

Will we be seeing you
at the dance tonight?

Tonight?

There's always the possibility
that I might be there.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Hi, John-boy.

However did you know
I was up here?

Ike told me.

I got this present for your
grandma in Charlottesville

and I forgot it at
the Baldwin sisters' last night.

I thought it'd be good
to have it with me

if your grandma
comes to talk to me.

-She's been down there.
-Uh?

She was there when Ike told me
you were at the Baldwins'.

I just thought
you ought to know that.

Mad?

She was more like an iceberg.

Jealousy.
That green-eyed monster.

Why don't you just go home

and explain to her
what's been going on?

Because after 50 years
I don't think a man

should be responsible
for every move he makes.

Here, you take this present
on back to your grandma.

Tell her why I went
back to the Baldwins'

to get it,
then drive me back to Ike's.

You don't really think she's
gonna go back there, do you?

No, I don't.

But I just can't put up with her
scornfulness any longer.

Maybe it's better
just the way it is.

You don't mean that.

When two people
start mistrusting one another

maybe it's better
for both of them to stay apart.

This thing was just a spat.

You and Grandma need each other
like the sun and the moon.

I got me a cousin over
in Fluvanna County.

I haven't seen him
for quite a spell.

Maybe after a while there,
I'll feel better. If not.

Do you realize that this whole
thing is a misunderstanding?

Wars have been started
on misunderstandings, John-Boy.

Your Grandma and I,
we've got a lot in common.

But if she is going to get
green-eyed

every time I make
a move of my own

that is too hard to put up with.

Now you take me
on down to Ike's.

Do as I say, John-Boy.

Come in.

I brought you a sandwich.
We've had our lunch.

Thanks, Livie,
but I'm not hungry.

Grandma, this thing has gotten
completely out of hand.

You know,
this is the first real gift

Zeb has given me in years.

Always before, it was something
I needed for the house,

something I needed to wear.

You know, one Christmas,
when we had real bad weather

he gave me a set of long
underwear.

But never toilet water.

Grandma, you should be
telling these things to Grandpa.

I would if he was here. I just
can't go back down to Ike's.

-We could send John-Boy.
-And tell him what?

That Esther Walton
is sorry that she's jealous?

I'm not sorry.
I've always been jealous of Zeb.

-I love that old fool.
-I know.

I'm too proud to go down there.

And he's too proud to come here.

Are you blaming me, Livie?

No.

I guess I'd feel the same way
about John.

I've almost finished all the
ironing, Mama.

That's a big help, Mary Ellen.

I've done everything,
including my party dress.

Good. You'll need it
for the dance tonight.

I can go?

You and all
the other children, too.

I can't wait to see
Grandma's old beau.

-And who might that be?
-Oglethorpe what's-his-name.

The guy that Grandpa
used to be jealous of.

The one that Grandpa....

used to be jealous of.

Grandma?

I want you to
get out of that chair,

fix your hair,
and iron your best dress.

-What are you saying?
-We are going to a dance.

All of us.
The whole Walton clan.

-I can't go to any dance.
-You can and you will.

So will Grandpa, if we can get
John-Boy to persuade him.

-But--
-It's simple.

It's time grandpa learned that
jealousy is a two-way street.

What are you
all so spiffed up about?

-I'm going to the dance.
-What dance?

What dance? Everybody's going
to the dance. The barn dance.

-Your grandma, too?
-Grandma?

She's more excited
than anyone else.

She's home frizzing her hair.

I think she wants to see that
old friend of hers, that caller.

What's his name?

-Fred Hansen.
-Yeah, that's him.

-You going, Ike?
-Wouldn't miss it.

I didn't know
it was getting so late.

You mean to say Esther
is getting dolled up

to see that long-legged squirt?

Yeah. I suppose
you don't intend to go, do you?

Who says I'm not?

You just hold on.

Break and center.
Everybody, swing!

Pack the load
and stick out the leg!

Ladies, swing in.
Gents, swing out.

Come on, Jason!

Center, and everybody swing!

That's all.

-Esther.
-Fred.

You have grown more beautiful
than I remember you.

That's not true,
but thanks for saying it.

This is my son
and my daughter-in-law.

-How are you doing, Fred?
-And their youngest.

Mind if I borrow this pretty
little lady for a dance?

That's up to her.

-Esther?
-It's been a long time, Fred.

And I haven't had a partner
as good in all these years.

Looks like it's you and me.
All you've gotta do is cut in.

Two can play at this game.

Miss Emily,
would you do me the honor?

Would you dance with me?

Now, Esther, you be sure
to save me another dance.

I better go back to work now.

Fred, can I make
a special request?

Mamie, would you please
do me the honor for the next?

Why, Mr. Walton, how divine!

Miss Mamie, aren't they playing
My Wild Irish Rose?

Yes, they are.

Miss Mamie, forgive me.
I do believe

I've promised that waltz
to another.

Excuse me, may I cut in, please?

I didn't recognize the tune,
Esther.

I always saved it for you, Zeb.

So you did.

We are all dancers.

In each of us, there is a need
to move to the beat of music

to circle, to tempt, to embrace

and finally to move together
in pairs.

And when all else of 1934
is forgotten

I will still treasure

this house, this year
and this night.

You suppose Miss Mamie
was offended

when you quit dancing with her?

She's an understanding woman.

I'm glad.

-Good night, Esther.
-Good night, Zeb.

Your feet are cold.

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