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It was hard to think of my
mother and father's marriage...

in terms of years.

As far as we children were
concerned...

they'd always been married.

But of course, there had been
a beginning to their union.

And when their 20th anniversary
was approaching...

we decided to help them
celebrate it...

in a very special way.

I don't think we should get them
store-bought things.

I think we ought to make gifts
for them, you know?

Well, think of something
we can all make together.

Why does it have to be
all together?

Well, I guess it's because Mama
and Daddy...

are celebrating the fact
that they're still together.

We can think
of something.

Why don't we paint
a picture of the house...

with everyone standing outside?

-Now that'd be different.
-We can do that with a camera.

Can we do the inside
with a camera?

Wait a minute. Why don't we
paint the inside of the house?

-What color?
-No, I mean like a painting.

Make it look like we're standing
out front with the walls off.

-Like a dollhouse.
-That's right.

That's dumb.

No, that isn't dumb,
that's a good idea.

We could paint all the different
rooms inside the house.

Trouble is, you can't see all
the rooms from the front.

Jason, we can paint it
any way we want to.

We can take a little artistic
license with it.

-Can we all paint part of it?
-That's the whole idea.

Then we can paint ourselves
in wherever we want to be.

That'd put Jim-Bob
in the icebox.

And you in the plumbing.

-Me in the plumbing, huh?
-Yeah.

I don't want it to be just
an ordinary day.

Our 20th anniversary
ought to be something special.

We could have a special turkey
for dinner.

I had something different
in mind.

I'd like us to say our
vows over again.

-You mean get married again?
-Yeah.

In church?

It doesn't have to be. It could
be a family celebration.

Maybe you could bring home
a wild turkey...

and I'll bake a special cake and
everything will be the same...

except we'd have Reverend
Fordwick say our vows for us.

Why would you want to do
something like that?

We never really had a proper
wedding.

Sure we did.
It was all legal.

I know that.

But eloping and worrying if our
folks would catch up with us...

I was nervous
through the whole ceremony.

This time I'd like to make an
event of it, for my own memory.

Do we have to have
all kinds of folks?

No.

We don't need anybody else.
Just family.

Please?

Come on.

John?

"Mr. John Walton.
"The door is open.

I was called to an emergency
department meeting.

"Please wait if you can.
Professor Parks."

I can wait. Can you wait?

Look, are you in a rush?
Because....

Oh, no. It's just, I do have
to get some work done...

at the library today, and....

I've got all the agenda
and the stuff in my bag...

and I'll just give it to
Professor Parks...

when he comes in, if you--

Okay.

-You know what I found?
-What?

I found a picture of her.

She is a remarkable-looking
woman, isn't she?

Well, when I first started
reading her poetry...

I just knew she'd
look like that.

The idea of her reading anything
that I've written...

scares me to death.

Me, too.

I'm glad you found the note.

-Sorry, but it was an emergency.
-Here you are.

I have to go, Professor Parks...

but John has all the information
about Miss Bennett's visit.

He can go over it with you.

Miss Bennett's visit is going
to present us with a problem.

She's not gonna cancel, is she?

It's worse I think we'll
have to postpone her visit.

Oh, no.

The university President has
handed me a new project.

He thinks it's time that
Boatwright started publishing...

its own literary magazine...

and he wants the first issue
ready in a month.

A magazine's not a bad idea...

but what does that have to do
with Miss Bennett's visit?

Who's gonna look after her
while she's here?

She has a lot of free time
between lectures and teas.

She can't just sit in her hotel
room staring out the window.

I had planned a tour
of the area for her...

including some of the historic
homes and landmarks.

Well, one of us could do it.

Oh, sure.
What would we have to do?

Well, first she'd have to be met
at the station...

and taken to her hotel...

and then escorted to the
lectures and the teas.

And unless you'd like to see
my marriage fall apart...

escorted to my home for dinner
on Friday night.

Well, someone with
a car has to do it.

Oh, sure, I have a car,
so I could do it.

-What about your classes?
-Classes?

I have one class on Thursday.
It's a chemistry class.

And Friday I'm free,
so I could do it, see?

Well, I could get you out
of your lab.

But, Johnny,
are you sure you wanna do this?

Artists are sometimes
quite difficult.

Of course I wanna do it.

It would be an honor to take
such a talented person around.

Well, I'd buy a car if I could,
just to drive her around.

No, you don't have to do that.

Well, anyway, I'll tell the club
that it's all set then, huh?

Okay.

-See you later.
-Bye.

-Bye-bye, Miss Webb.
-Bye.

Well, John there's
a problem solved. Thank you.

Excuse me, could I speak with
you for just a minute?

-Sure, Son, come on in.
-Thank you.

I wanna tell you the news. That
famous lady writer...

I'm always telling you about,
Madeline Bennett?

Well, she's coming
to the university to speak.

You must be thrilled. You're
always talking about her poems.

It's wonderful. The thing is
that the plans went haywire...

and Professor Parks isn't gonna
be able to spend time with her.

So he asked if I would like
to be her escort.

What does that mean?

It means I'd pick her up
at the train station

and drive her to classes
and then...

when she has some free time,
I'd show her the sights.

-Sounds like an honor.
-Oh, it is. It is.

I wanted to ask if it would be
okay to stay at the dormitory.

It would just be easier for me.

You mean you won't
be here at all?

Well, just for Thursday and
Friday nights, that's all.

Don't forget about
the anniversary celebration.

She's leaving on the 9:00 a.m.
train, Saturday morning...

I'll take her to the station and
then come on home, alright?

If it's okay with you.

I guess so.

Just get back in plenty
of time, Son.

It's not every day a son gets
to see his parents get married.

I wouldn't miss that
for anything in the world.

Maybe I could even
give the bride away.

I'm gonna go pack.

And maybe I could
even give the bride a kiss.

Are you looking for me?

Yes.

How did you know?

I didn't, but I hoped.

I saw you and I thought,
"Please let it be that boy...

"and not some intense young
woman...

"who thinks she wants
to be me when she grows up...

"and therefore treats me
like I was made of glass."

Besides, no one else
has a bouquet.

I'm John Walton, Junior, of the
Boatwright Literary Society...

and it's a pleasure
to have you here with us.

The flowers are for you, and
they're from Professor Parks.

And he wanted to tell you...

that he regrets that he cannot
be here to show you around...

has to do some business for the
President of the university...

and so I was elected
to escort you...

if you have some free time,
and take you to classes...

-if you don't mind.
-It's fine with me.

-Do you have any luggage?
-Yes.

Alright.

-This way.
-Okay.

-You had a pleasant trip?
-I certainly did.

Good.

We'll get you to your hotel
right away, you can freshen up.

Oh, I'd like that.

You know, I think that the
series of analogies is amazing.

You know, the one where you
compare it to the river...

I thought that was particularly
fascinating.

You know, in my mind, it's so
perfect, because a river...

sort of flows on and on...

but never really flows away,
you know?

That's interesting. I didn't
have that in mind...

when I wrote it.

That's funny, because
in the piece just before that...

I thought you were leading
to that particular analogy.

-Did you read the piece before?
-I've read the whole cycle.

-I think it's absolutely--
-Oh, you have?

Thank you, Miss Bennett.

-I'll put these in water
-Thank you.

What time is the lecture?

The lecture, 2:30. 2:30.

Then why did they ask me to come
on the 9:00 a.m. train?

Because the only other train
gets in at 9:00 in the evening.

I've been too long in New York.

You're not originally from New
York, are you?

Rockville, Maine.

Population: 11,500.

-New Englander.
-Until I was 17.

I left during my birthday party.
It was then or never, I thought.

You would have become a great
poet even if you never left.

That was inevitable.

I would have become a great
lobster fisherman...

if I'd never left.

What do we do until 2:30?

Well, my instructions are
to see that you are entertained.

What do you suggest?

Well, I could show you the town.

How long does that take?

About 35 minutes,
if I drive real slow...

and we cover every inch
of space.

And if it's alright I'd like
to talk about your work.

You've just found
the way to my heart.

And I know it's one
of the ways to yours.

Are you working on anything?

Me?

Well, actually, yes, I am.

I just started a novel.

That sounds very presumptuous,
doesn't it?

It sounds like we're going
to have a lovely morning.

Let's go someplace
where the view is spectacular.

Well, alright, that shouldn't
be too hard to find.

We've got plenty of those.

Good. I long to see
cows on a hillside.

I've seen too many skyscrapers.

Alright, we'll find
you some cows.

Should be someone from your side
of the family, Olivia...

to give you away.

Maybe one of my brothers
could come.

Now, just a minute, Liv.
We agreed...

only members of the immediate
family.

It isn't really necessary,
seeing as how...

it's not actually
the original marriage.

Good.

What else is there?

I'd just like to go over the
actual ceremony with you both...

so you'll know what to do.

I tell you, I'm looking forward
to that turkey dinner, too.

We all are, Reverend.

I'll see you Saturday
evening, then.

-Alright, thanks for coming.
-My pleasure.

Oh, Livie.

I put a new collar and cuffs
on your Sunday dress.

It'll look just pretty
for the ceremony.

Thank you, Grandma.

You know, I thought
you'd be pleased.

I am.

But let's face it, no matter
what you do to that thing...

it's still the same old sick and
tired dress.

Well, if you start right now...

you can make yourself a
brand-new one for the ceremony.

Somehow I just don't feel
like making one myself.

Anyway, that dress will
do just fine.

-You alright?
-No.

Heard you talking
to Ma about the dress.

-Doesn't sound like you, Liv.
-Why not?

Why shouldn't I want a
brand-new, store-bought dress...

like other women have?

You can have one. Just go to
town and get anything you want.

I don't want a dress.

Liv.

Anyway, it's not the dress.
It's just that....

I get the feeling you don't want
this ceremony at all...

that you think it's silly,
us taking our vows over again.

Well, you know, Liv...

I don't like ceremony.

I take our vows very seriously.

It's just that this
is between you and me.

-And the children.
-Well, not even them.

Marriage is a very private
thing, between you and me.

What a lovely thing
for you to say.

I think I'd like you to say
exactly that at our ceremony.

I just said it. You still want
me to say it at the ceremony?

Yes, I do, and you are not going
to back out on me, John Walton.

I don't believe it.
Somebody checked it out.

Oh, no, no, it's here. It's just
wedged way in the back.

If it was in an easier position
to see, it'd be taken out more.

-Here it is.
-How did you know where it was?

Well, I checked it out
yesterday.

-For the first time?
-For the third time.

Thank you.

Summer Days and Other Stories
by Madeline Bennett.

Oh, that picture, yuck!

I like it. I think it's
beautiful.

You can't imagine how many
students are looking forward...

to hearing you.

I'm pleased about that, truly.

I like to talk to people
who care about words.

You know, if it wasn't against
my principles...

I'd take this and ask you
to sign it for me.

I promise you,
when I get home...

I'll send you a copy
signed personally.

Would you, really?

Thank you, that'd be very
special. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

I wanna tell you a secret.

After I published my first
book...

I went to the branch library
near my home...

and looked it up
in the card catalogue.

And then, on the spur of the
moment, I took the card.

-I have it home, framed.
-Really?

It's almost as important to me
as the book itself.

-I'm glad you did that.
-Why?

I don't know, I just.... It was
a good idea.

I bet you'd do something like
that, if the time was right.

Well, we've seen
the Westham Public Library.

I hate to tell but we've not
only seen...

the Westham Public Library
we've seen Westham.

Unless....

Well, there's a....

There's a malt shop
down the street.

If you like, we could go have
some ice cream or something.

-Lovely, lets go.
- Okay.

If you are people constrained by
what you think you ought to do.

And therefore choose to ignore
what you want to do...

do not hope to become writers.

But if you do choose
to become writers...

remember, remain curious.

Imagination dies
when one is no longer curious.

About new things, or even about
things...

which you think have already
been explored to the fullest.

There's a short poem
by Edna St. Vincent Millay...

called The First Fig.

I think it says best what I've
been trying to say about...

experiencing all
that is available to you.

"My candle burns at both ends

"It will not last the night

"But ah, my foes, and oh, my
friends

"It gives a lovely light!"

Thank you for inviting
me here...

and thank you for your
kind attention.

Where are we going now?

Well, we could just take you
back to your hotel, if you like.

Do you have any plans
for the evening?

No, I don't.

Can you pull over right there?

Sure.

Don't go anywhere.

I'll be back in a minute.

May I have this?

I'm sorry I took so long.

Here.

Thank you.

-What's that?
-A picnic, if you like.

Alright.

Good. Hop in.

This alright?

Let me help you with
some of that.

-Take the blanket.
-Okay.

It's beautiful here.
Makes me feel joyous.

Is this alright here
with the tree and the....

Okay.

Smooth it for you.

This is such a good idea.

Wine would have made it perfect.

It is perfect.

"Your touch has words
that speak to me

"Its syllables are sweet"

I don't recognize that.
What is it?

I just made it up.

Finish it.

What was the first part
of it again?

"Your touch has words
that speak to me

"Its syllables are sweet"

"Your touch has words
that speak to me

"Its syllables are sweet

"They say that here
beneath this tree

"It was meant for us to meet"

That's bad poetry.

-What is it?
-It's us.

Good Lord! In the middle
of the night?

What do you want?
Something wrong?

We got to show you something.

-Can't it wait till breakfast?
-No, it's important.

Oh, well, come on.
Come on in.

Now, what's this all about?

-It's a present.
-For Mama and Daddy.

You'll love it.

It looks like our house.

It is You have to paint
yourselves in.

That's the whole front end.

You want me to paint
myself in here?

Well, if you could. You see, it
takes a while to dry.

John-Boy hasn't done it yet.

He said he would, though.

Lookie there, there's a radio.

That's where
I'll paint myself in...

sitting right alongside the
radio where I always like to be.

Well, now, where will I put me?

-In the kitchen.
-In the bedroom.

-Yeah.
-At the ironing board.

Don't tell me where to go.
I know where.

I want to be by the stove.

I spent half my life there, that
is where I wanna be remembered.

You think Mama and Daddy
will like it?

-I'm sure they will.
-They'll just love it.

-Well, might as well get--
-It's good.

Where's the bathroom?
You forgot the bathroom.

Well, we couldn't fit it in.

Alright, come on,
let's get started.

I'm gonna show you
a real arty..

Terribly forbidding man.
Thick, bushy eyebrows...

and never known
to smile in his life.

I was terrified of him,
but still I said:

"Mr. Wagner, if you don't want
the story the way...

"I wrote it, then I'll give you
back the advance...

and you don't have
to publish it at all."

I love you.

I'm trying
to tell you a story.

-How do you love me?
-Don't know. Tell your story.

Oh, Mr. Wagner.

Well, thank goodness,
he published the story.

Because I'd already spent
the advance money...

ages ago on shoes.

Every time I sell something,
I buy myself a pair of shoes.

After I sold my first book,
I bought 10 pairs.

What color?

-Why?
-Why what?

-Why what color?
-Because I want to know...

everything about you.
What color?

All colors. Even pink,
which I loathe.

Anyway, I bluffed Mr. Wagner,
and luckily, I won.

You know, I really do love you.
Very much.

You really shouldn't,
you know.

-Don't say that.
-Alright, I won't.

I put this on so tight,
I can't budge it.

-Thank you.
-You can do better than that.

Thank you, sir.

Now that is better.

I'm beginning to like the idea
of getting remarried.

You are shameless.

Isn't that why
you married me?

Partly.

I gotta go to town
for some business.

-What kind of business?
-Monkey business.

Well, don't let me keep you.

"Empty, weatherworn home."

It does exactly
what it should do...

conjure up an image of
a deserted place.

-Thank you, Miss Bennett.
-One thing, though.

It really isn't a home,
is it?

The way you describe it,
empty, decaying...

it may have been a home once,
but it isn't anymore.

Well, I wanted to say "house."
"Empty, weatherworn house."

But it didn't rhyme
with "roam."

Well, it's empty because
the people who used...

to live in it roamed.

The essence of poetry is the
right word for the thought.

Sacrifice the rhyme
before you sacrifice the idea.

That's what Professor Parks
always says.

Of course he does.
I didn't make it up.

It's in the nature
of a rule about poetry.

And the rules have
to be obeyed...

or the work won't
be truly first-rate.

And yours has every chance
of being just that.

Mr. Walton.

Yes.

Well, this is called
The Sailor.

Poem or story?

Story.

"The Sailor.

"When people asked
Ned Stratton if he was...

glad to be home again...

"he always smiled broadly
and answered, 'You betcha.'

"Then the one who'd questioned
him would nod...

"as if he'd gotten the answer he
expected and go away happy.

"But the minute Ned was alone
again, he stopped grinning...

"for it wasn't true.

"With all his heart,
he longed to be back at sea.

"The sea was his home now.

"He was a stranger in this town
where he'd grown up...

"married. Father had
five children."

No.

I think, that's not the kind of
dress she usually wears.

Is it the color?

No.

She's got blondish,
reddish hair, blue eyes.

-She sounds lovely.
-She is.

They're a little fancy.
I was hoping for...

something..

-She's kind of elegant.
-What a nice thing to say.

May I ask what
the occasion is?

We're getting married.

You mean you're buying your
fiancé a wedding dress?

Oh, no, no, no. We've been
married for 20 years.

This is...we're retaking
our vows.

Oh, my, that is lovely.
Just a minute.

I think I might have
just what you're looking for.

Do we really have to go
to dinner tonight?

Couldn't we just call Professor
Parks and say:

"Sir, we really appreciate
the invitation...

"but under the circumstances--"

Beneath that
choirboy's face...

there lives a hot-blooded young
man, doesn't there?

That's my father.

-Let's go in.
-Oh, no, we can't.

Don't be silly, come on.

Daddy, what a surprise!
What are you doing here?

This is Madeline Bennett.
Miss Bennett.

This is my father, Mr. Walton.
John Walton.

How do?

I'm pleased to meet you.
John talks about you so much.

-Does he?
-What are you doing here?

Buying a dress for your mama,
for the ceremony.

One of these might be
just what you're looking for.

Oh, they're lovely.

-Does Mama know about this?
-No, it's a surprise.

I kind of like that green one.

-So will she.
-It's beautiful and elegant.

Well, that's the one.

I'll get it packed up
for you right away.

Your wife will be
real pleased.

We really should run,
because we have to be at...

Professor Parks' house...

this evening for dinner
and all sorts of things.

I gotta be getting along, too.

If I were Mrs. Walton,
I'd love the dress.

-Bye.
-Bye, John.

Miss Bennett.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Walton.

I'm not making fun of it.
If I were married...

to someone for 20 years,
I'd want a ceremony, too...

certainly a celebration.

Well, I'll see that
you get one.

You think we'll
last that long?

The smell of your hair
drives me absolutely crazy.

-I'm serious.
-I'm lyrical.

You're crazy.

Well, I've got you
in my blood like a fever.

You make me delirious.

-You're impossible.
-No, I'm serious.

I thought you were lyrical.

Come here.

You know...

I've never been in love
like this before.

Maybe I have, but
it wasn't like this.

When I'm away from you,
it just makes me ache inside.

When I whisper your name,
my brain goes crazy.

Do we really have to go
to that dinner tonight?

Yeah.
No. I don't know.

Yes, of course we do. Yes,
we do. We really have to go.

Race you to Professor Parks'.
Catch me if you can!

You don't even know
where he lives!

Come back here.

Yes, with as many
as 20 extra students...

in the poetry class alone...

the number of submissions
was staggering.

Of course. Everybody's
dying for a chance...

to see themselves in print.

Yes. I've noticed that.
I've gotten as many as...

three or four submissions
from some students.

Like John Walton, Junior,
for instance?

-How did you guess?
-So I always used...

to nag my parents
to get there early.

Then, when we got there, I'd
stand in the lobby and gape...

as the people came
in all dressed up.

Oh, I love to do that, too.

Now, we only get
to the city three days...

at a time, at the most.
So it's a mad rush.

Theaters, museums,
and shopping.

But still, it's the only place
where fashion reigns.

Where fashion reigns.

It's going
to be a royal wedding...

the way everyone's carrying
on downstairs.

-Liv?
-I'm deciding what to wear.

Whatever you do,
don't wear that thing.

It's easy for you to say.

Now turn around.
Come on, turn around.

Close your eyes.
Close your..

Don't open them.

Liv, happy anniversary.

Oh, John.

It's beautiful. John, you must
have spent a fortune.

Don't you think
it's kind of elegant?

-Happy anniversary, darling.
-Let me get your present.

-Which hand?
-This one.

Come on.

-You recognize any of it?
-It's beautiful.

I saved one sweater
from each of the children.

This blue here is
John-Boy's sweater.

The yellow is Mary Ellen's.
And this yarn, I had...

to use two strands, that's
Elizabeth's baby sweater.

Oh, and that green one's Jason
when he was little.

And this is Ben's. Liv, it's
just beautiful, honey.

-John, please.
-I don't understand you.

You tell me you like it here,
it's beautiful and restful.

I don't understand why you
wouldn't want to come here...

where there's no noise
and no distractions.

You make it sound as if I live
in New York against my will.

I don't. I love it.
I love stopping work...

in the evening and going out
onto the street...

meeting friends, talking,
having coffee with them.

Just walking in the evening.

The light is so beautiful
as you walk toward the river.

Those are just excuses,
distractions...

to keep you away
from your work.

Don't be rude.
I'm a very disciplined writer.

I'm at my desk
at 10:00 every morning...

until 6:00 in the evening.
I don't court interruption.

I'm sorry.

Don't you see? I'm just saying
whatever comes into my head...

trying to make
you change your mind...

just change your mind,
so that you'll stay here.

You know I don't wanna just walk
away from you, don't you?

If you didn't want to,
you wouldn't.

John, I'm who I am. And that
person lives in New York.

And gets up when she pleases,
goes to bed when she pleases.

The things you found
attractive about me...

in the first place are...

the things you want me
to ignore now.

I would die in
a small town like this.

It just isn't me.

I'll go to New York.

-Of course you'll come there.
-I'm not joking, I mean it.

-I would like that very much.
-I mean it.

I'll get into a school there.
I'll get a part-time job.

You'd like my place.

I have a fireplace in my living
room...

and in the winter,
I make a pot of tea...

and toast muffins in the fire.

Can't you wait
a few hours?

We'll take the night train out
of here together, alright?

I'll meet you there.

Please, please wait for me.

I've gotta go home
for the ceremony...

and I'll be back
in just a few hours.

Alright.

I'll meet you at the station.

John-Boy, I was so worried.
You're the only one left.

-What are you talking about?
-The house painting...

the one we're giving
Mama and Daddy for a present.

C'mon, you gotta paint yourself
in it.

-I'm coming.
-It takes time to dry...

we gotta wrap it.

-Alright.
-Come on.

Don't worry, honey.

-Are you finished yet?
-Oh, no, not yet.

-Well, you better hurry up.
-I will.

Where are you going to paint
yourself, anyway?

I don't know. I guess
I'll just paint myself...

in my room,
sitting at the desk.

You don't seem
to be there much anymore.

If you were gonna make
it true to life...

you'd put yourself in your car,
going off somewhere.

Of course you should paint
yourself at the desk, silly.

Do it and hide it
under the bed...

until I can come back
and get it. Okay?

Daddy, this is a difficult
letter for me to write.

I don't really know
how to begin.

I suppose after..

I think I'll set this chair next
to Daddy's...

so Mama can sit next to him
during supper.

-Stop it there.
-Alright, Ma.

That's a good idea. Reverend can
sit in Mama's place.

-John-Boy, you look handsome.
-So do you.

Good to have you back.
We missed you.

Thank you.

Miss Bennett make her train
alright?

No, she's leaving on
the evening train.

-Fine-looking woman.
-Yes, sir.

Everything alright, Son?

-Mama.
-Oh, you look beautiful.

-Mama, you're so gorgeous.
-Mama, you look so pretty.

You like it?
Let me see your sweater.

Oh, yeah, remember this?
Now look at this.

This hour is holy and happy
because...

these two devoted hearts are
about to give themselves...

once more in marriage. For
20 years, John and Olivia...

have shared their lives
and their love.

Now they solemnly declare
before God...

and this congregation
of their family...

that their love will bind them
for the rest of their future.

John. Olivia.

These rings are circles
with no end.

They have not
and will not tarnish...

for they are
of a precious metal...

signifying your love,
precious and untarnishable.

John, do you continue
to keep Olivia...

as your lawful wedded wife?

Do you continue to love her,
to comfort her...

to keep her in sickness
and in health...

forsaking all others, as long as
you both shall live?

I do.

Olivia, do you continue
to keep John...

as your lawful wedded husband?

Do you continue to love him,
to comfort him...

John and Olivia...

I pronounce you, once again,
man and wife.

Congratulations.

Can I kiss the bride?

When do we get
to eat the cake?

When we got back to our folks
and told them...

they wouldn't talk
to her for a month.

Those cakes are something, too.

-How is Miss Hunter?
-She's very good.

We should get married
more often.

When is the honeymoon?

John-Boy?

All aboard!

Your bag, sir?

Madeline and I were
to correspond...

and we were
to see each other again.

In the meantime, I remained
on Walton's Mountain...

continuing that life
which prepared me finally...

for a place
in the larger world.

Mama, do you remember
the exact moment...

-you fell in love with Daddy?
-Afraid not, Mary Ellen.

I'm surprised at you, Liv.

John, I've got a terrible
confession to make.

I didn't marry you for love.
I married you for your money.

-Olivia Walton.
-That was a joke.

You're getting
to be a regular Fanny Brice.

You want me to tell you another
one?

Liv, will you shut up
so I can kiss you goodnight?

Whatever you say