The Waltons (1971) s07e10 Episode Script

The Beau

I can't stand him! Marcus Dane? I think he's kind of cute.
You should have heard the way he was talking.
"You were the prettiest girl in school.
"I'll never forget that long hair.
All the boys were in love with you.
" That's probably true.
It's sickening.
Why did he have to come here anyway? Elizabeth, he's just being friendly.
But it's more than that.
He acts like a boyfriend.
It's good for a girl to feel like she's desirable.
Not when the girl's your grandmother! It is always a special moment when you find something you thought you had lost.
But my grandmother had mixed feelings when she rediscovered a childhood friend she hadn't seen for almost 50 years.
Mmm, something smells good.
It's corn bread.
Dinner's almost ready.
- Anything in the mail? - Mostly bills.
Mary Ellen was hoping for a letter from Curt.
Maybe he's waiting till he gets to Hawaii before he writes her the news.
Hey, Ma, who do you know in Richmond? Here's a letter from Marcus Dane.
What? Did you bring the starch I wanted? Aw, I knew there was something I forgot.
Losing your memory in your old age.
Maybe you ought to write me a list next time.
It's a newspaper clip from the Richmond paper.
It's all about the pioneers in Virginia.
How Pa's family came here from just before the Revolution.
I'd like to put that aside for John Curtis, if you don't mind, Grandma.
Oh, my.
Want me to read this, Ma? - Yes.
All right.
"My dear Esther.
I read about Zeb's passing, "and wanted to offer my sincere and deep sympathy to you.
"I know these are belated condolences, but to tell the truth, "I wasn't sure if you'd remember that boy "that used to live on that next farm down the road.
" Yeah.
"and wanted you to know how sorry I am that Zeb has left us.
"Sincerely, Marcus Dane.
" You never said anything about a Marcus Dane, Grandma.
Was he a good friend? Yes.
Would you like to write him back while his letter's still fresh in your mind? I'll get you a pen and paper.
No.
No, you don't want to do that.
Don't want to spoil a good memory, do you, Ma? Might do you good to have a friend.
We're her friends.
What do I smell burning? The corn bread.
She's talking to me about a bad memory, Ma, huh? Oh, one moment, please.
It's all right, Corabeth.
We'll take care of it.
Just need a dollar's worth.
Mr.
Godsey has gone into Charlottesville to see about felt and buckram, and he has left me with explicit directions that I am to sell no more than three gallons at one time.
How come? Yeah, he's usually trying to get us to buy more.
Well, it seems that the oil company says that they are not going to send the truck to Walton's Mountain, except once a month now.
That means they are going to start rationing, Jim-Bob.
Yeah, that ruins my love life.
I got a new girl in Westham.
Well, that means you'll have to find a girl a little bit closer to home, Romeo.
I wish I had built myself an electric car.
I'll get your change.
By the way, Corabeth, who's Felt and Buckram? I beg your pardon? Well, isn't that who Ike's seeing today? Oh.
Felt and buckram are supplies used in the making of hats.
I'm going in the millinery business.
Hats? Hey, Yance.
- Hey.
Heard on the radio they're stepping up the conscription.
You don't have to worry about that, Yancy.
Yeah, but a lot of them old boys way back in the hills, they're bound to get called off.
Might open up opportunities for a man who's staying behind.
I been giving a little thought and I just may go in business for myself.
Yancy, go to work? A man's got to better himself.
Become something.
Come on over here.
Right.
Come on, Jim-Bob.
What's this now? No, thanks.
What is that stuff, Yancy? It ain't had a chance to season proper, but I figured I could sell it anyway.
You know, the government might buy it as aviation fuel.
You sure can't drink it.
Yancy, why don't you try another business? I don't think there's too much promise in that stuff.
Yeah, well.
I guess the formula needs a little more adjusting.
- Hello.
- Hello there.
Is this where Mrs.
Esther Walton lives? Yeah.
She's my grandmother.
- And you are? - Elizabeth.
Well, Elizabeth, will you tell your grandma that Marcus Dane has come to call? Sure.
She's been sick, you know.
Yes, I know.
May I see her? Thank you.
Grandma, somebody to see you.
Esther, you're still as pretty as the day I last saw you.
Don't you know better than to sneak up on a man who's tending to business? Sorry, Yancy, I didn't mean to sneak up on you.
How'd you find me anyway? It took me weeks to find this hideout.
You know, Yancy, you can't hide anything from a Walton on this mountain.
Besides, I wanted to talk to you where nobody could hear us.
You had second thoughts about my makings.
I got a fresh batch right here.
Take a taste of that.
That smells worse than the other one did, Yancy.
Yeah, I guess you're right, Jim-Bob.
I just ain't got the product.
Yancy, I need to borrow your still.
I'd be proud to be partners.
Well, it's for a scientific research project.
Well, I don't know much about no research, Jim-Bob.
I never had much call for that.
Well, it could help the government, the war effort and everybody.
If it works.
Making moonshine? I remembered you like roses, Esther.
This came from my garden.
It's called Blue Girl.
When it blooms it looks like it captured a bit of the sky.
I'd be honored if you'd accept it.
I hope you don't mind my dropping by unannounced.
I've thought of you often over the past 50 years.
You were right about me, you know.
Remember when you told me I was meant to be better than a cotton chopper all my life? Well, I went to work on a construction gang, paid my way through college, and got my engineering degree.
J.
D.
Pickett wants me to look at his defense plant and see if I can make it more efficient.
I'll be coming up here quite often on business from time to time.
Fifty years.
The last time I saw you, do you remember? Zeb had cut in on practically every dance I tried to dance with you and the next thing I knew, you two were engaged to be married.
It was a long time before I could find a woman who was any match for you, Esther.
But I finally did meet the right girl and settled down.
I lost her two years ago.
Well, where shall we plant this? - Over there? - Yes.
I don't see why she had to get all dressed up in her Sunday clothes.
Don't you like to dress up for your friends? Yeah, but Grandma's too old to care how she looks.
Elizabeth, you've got a lot to learn about growing older.
Liv, I drove up just in time to see Grandma going around the corner of the house with a strange man.
The one and only Marcus Dane.
Did he just show up without calling first? Yeah, Grandma wasn't too pleased about it either.
- She upset? - Yeah, at first.
The way he kept looking at her, you'd have thought she was 18 years old.
It was icky.
Maybe she ought to be flattered.
School chum coming all the way up from Richmond.
I know I would be.
You know what I'm gonna do the first time one of your school chums turns up, don't you? - Go crazy with jealousy? - No, I'm gonna run and hide.
I don't want to listen to all those old stories again.
Why, John Walton, I thought you liked to hear about my school days.
First 100 times, I did.
Did I ever tell you about my boyfriend in the third grade? His name was Douglas Pinebird.
Oh, grownups can be so immature.
There we are.
You like it, Esther? Yes, I know, I understand.
I do know.
You're trying to say something, knowing in your mind what you want to say and the words won't come out.
Sometimes, I know, it makes you want to scream.
I know because five years ago I had a stroke.
Quite as disabling as yours, at first.
A lot of people wonder why we bother, at our age.
Well, I always tell them as long as there's a spark of life left in me, I'm going to fight to be useful.
Me, too.
I've probably overstayed my welcome.
I'll be starting back now.
Stay.
You want me to stay? Stay! For supper? I'd be delighted.
See.
Yeah.
I remember that one.
- And those.
- Right, right.
Oh, yeah.
I'd almost forgotten some of these names in this old scrapbook.
Our senior year in high school we all had calling cards printed and went around trading them.
And promised undying friendship, I imagine.
A few of them I've kept track of.
Like Esther.
Someone I knew would get a postcard, or I'd run into a friend of a friend.
You don't know how badly I wanted to come see you when I heard you were in the hospital.
Ma sure kept you a secret all these years.
She probably was worried that I'd tell you what a mischief-maker she was back then.
That doesn't surprise me one bit.
She won't allow any misbehaving around here.
Can I tell them how you took the clapper out of the teacher's bell, so recess would be longer? No.
And remember what you wrote in Ollie Wetzel's autograph book? No.
Oh, my.
Now, Mr.
Dane, you have an unfair advantage.
Grandma can't tell us about your escapades.
Well, I still can't believe that a rascal like Esther could grow up to be such a prim and proper lady.
Maybe there's hope for Elizabeth there, hmm? I'm finished here.
I'm going to go upstairs and do my homework.
You've been so busy cleaning up, you haven't had any dessert.
Why don't you take some pie up with you? - I'm not hungry.
You feeling all right? Just a little tired.
Night, Daddy.
Night, Mama.
Night, Grandma.
Good night, Elizabeth.
Happy to have met you.
Good night.
Well, I should be getting along myself.
Esther, it's been a wonderful day.
Would it be all right if I come calling again? Yes! - Thank you.
- I'll see you to the door.
He seems like a nice gentleman, Grandma.
And you certainly seem to enjoy his company.
What? All the same, you've got roses in your cheeks.
That's no more than 100 proof at best.
That's not high enough for what I had in mind.
The still just isn't right.
I think we need to build a new one.
What's the matter with this one? Well, it's geared for making liquor.
Besides, we need to make more of it faster, higher capacity.
Look, I can go along with that second part about making more faster, but if you don't use a still to make moonshine, what on Earth do you plan to do with it? I think we can make alcohol powerful enough to run a car off of.
That way, we won't need any gas.
That is impossible, Jim-Bob.
I mean, if that would work, somebody would have thought of it by now.
Nobody ever did because we've always had plenty of gas.
Now, we need it.
It should work if we can make it with a high enough proof.
It sounds crazy, but I'll go along.
Grandma? You napping? No.
I hung your quilt out on the line for some air.
It's still warm from the sunshine.
Oh, yes.
What's all this? - It's all right to open it? - Yeah.
Oh, it's a baby curl.
Whose is it? Mary Ellen's? No.
It's too light to be Jason's.
It's not red enough to be Ben's.
John's? Yes.
It's hard to believe that his hair was this curly and you've kept it all these years.
Yes.
Don't worry.
I won't tell him.
Oh, I remember these.
- John-Boy's baby booties.
- Yes.
What put you in such a sentimental mood all of a sudden? Your dance card.
Buckingham High School, June, 1888.
Every dance filled.
You certainly weren't a wallflower, were you? Let's see, Paul Culver, Fred Bassett, Marcus Dane, and you saved the last dance for Zeb Walton.
- I bet he was handsome.
- Yes.
Poor old Marcus Dane didn't stand a chance.
I'm surprised you haven't heard from him again.
I thought we'd be seeing him before now.
It's the best.
It's best.
I guess it's kind of hard to pick up a friendship after all these years.
Yeah.
- You want me to put this away for you? - Oh, no, no.
I'll leave you alone with it then.
Hey, Corabeth! - Bonjour.
- Same to you.
Going someplace? Unfortunately, no.
Since I am confined to a life removed from the world, I must be content to bring the world into my life.
If it gets to bothering you, I'll be happy to stomp on it for you.
You may make as many jokes as you like, but this hat is every bit as stylish as those featured in the latest fashion magazines.
You may pass that word along to your mother.
Mama's not very stylish.
She's more homey.
Any mail for us today, Corabeth? Oh, yes.
I believe there's a letter here for Mary Ellen.
With a Hawaiian postmark, I hope.
A letter from Curt always puts her in a good mood.
Ah, from Honolulu.
That ought to put her on the heights of euphoria.
Good.
A bill, and another bill.
It's just shocking to me, you know, the way everything is going up these days.
And who is Marcus Dane? Oh, that's somebody Grandma went to school with.
He came to see her a while back.
A swain? At her age? And what is a Blue Girl? It's a rose bush.
He gave it to her and all she does is water it.
Elizabeth thinks grandmothers are supposed to sit around knitting all the time.
Well, I'm not sure I don't agree.
Still, a woman is likely to welcome at any time of her life une affaire de coeur.
A what? A romance, my child! Thanks for the mail, Corabeth.
No, Elizabeth, here the verb takes the place of a noun.
It's called a gerund.
English makes me so confused, I think I'm gonna forget how to speak it.
That's two out of three, Jim-Bob.
Try for three out of five? Sure, but you're looking for failure.
That's probably Aimee, just as confused as I am.
- Hello? - Is it for me? It's for Grandma.
I'm going upstairs.
Hello? No.
No.
No.
Yes.
John, what do you think about me getting my hair cut? Huh? I'm getting too old to wear it long.
That's right, Liv.
I was thinking about getting it cut like Claudette Colbert.
John, do you like being married or not? Well, sure I do, Liv, to you.
Of course, I never met Claudette Colbert.
She wouldn't give you a second glance.
Oh, no? Come in.
Mama, Daddy, guess what? Mr.
Dane called and asked Grandma out on a date.
Oh, Olivia, how nice to see you.
- What can I do for you today? - I heard you have some new hats.
Ah, my millinery department.
Right this way.
I don't have my winter line ready yet.
I'm sorry it's not large enough to be called a salon, but I have all the very latest fashions.
Now, is there something special you had in mind today? Well, Grandma's wardrobe needs sprucing up, so I thought I'd get her a new hat.
Ah, you have come to the right place.
This is a copy of something from one of the latest fashion magazines for a lady of mature years.
Perfect for Esther to wear to church.
What I had in mind was something for her to wear to a fancy restaurant.
Oh, my.
Something special.
A birthday? An occasion of some sort? She's having dinner with an old friend.
Oh, Mr.
Dane, I presume? Word sure gets around.
I think it's just the sweetest thing.
Two people, in the sunset of their lives, having dinner together just as though they were How about that one? Well, you'll have to admit it is a bit unusual.
A tête-à-tête at their age? Well, don't you think that this is a bit youthful? So's Grandma.
I'll take it.
I've been a moonshiner for 20 long years I've spent all my money on whiskey and beers Way back in some holler I'll put up my still And I'll make you one gallon for a $2 bill I'll go to some tavern and drink with my friends No ladies to follow to see what I spend God bless those fair ladies I wish they were mine Their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine I'll eat when I'm hungry I drink when I'm dry If moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die God bless those moonshiners I wish they were mine Their breath smells as sweet as the good old moonshine Is Grandma almost ready? First she wanted me to fix her hair for her.
Then she made me change it three times.
Now she says she hates it and she's not going at all.
- I'll go talk to her.
- Well, good luck.
I barely escaped with my life.
Going somewhere, Daddy? No, I just thought I'd wait to see your grandma's friend.
I hear you're having second thoughts about going.
Oh, boy.
It's been a long time since a gentleman came to take you out.
I don't blame you for feeling a little self-conscious.
You have a right to have a good time, you know.
Now, just because you've passed a certain birthday doesn't mean that you can't try new things and meet other people.
Remember when you first came home from the hospital? How we all tried to keep you from doing things that you knew you could do? Remember how you resented that? Well, you're doing the same thing right now.
You're holding yourself back from doing something that might make you feel needed.
Mr.
Dane strikes me as a very lonely man.
I brought you something I thought might give you a little courage.
Oh, my.
Oh, my.
How are things at the Pickett plant? Looking better since I made my recommendations.
How is business? Keeping busy.
Am I mistaken, or are we having a hard time talking to each other? Well, I was just thinking that myself.
I feel like a teenager coming to call for his first date.
Yeah, well, I know what you mean, I I'm not used to having people come take my mother out.
Would you like to ask me about my intentions? No, we'll do that later.
Glad to hear it.
I'm nervous enough as it is.
Esther, you're lovely.
Thank you.
This is for you.
Oh, my.
Oh, my.
- You want me to pin it on for you? - Yes.
- So, where are you two going? - Ready? Don't you worry.
We don't want anyone checking up on us.
Right, Esther? Yeah.
- Ready? - Have a good time.
Well, be careful driving.
We will.
Watch those stairs.
Where did she get that hat? I got it at the Godseys.
It's one of Corabeth's creations.
Looks so pretty.
Sort of reminds me of what she looked like when I was a little boy.
I guess Mr.
Dane thinks so, too.
Now, Liv, you don't think he came courting, do you? I don't know what else you'd call it.
I don't know when I've enjoyed a movie more.
Even after that big dinner we had, I only fell asleep once.
My wife would have enjoyed it.
She used to love Gary Cooper.
Gloria was a good woman, Esther.
After so many years of sharing my life with someone else, I feel a terrible emptiness.
I know.
The best part of the whole movie was that pie fight.
I know.
Grandma.
Evening, Jim-Bob.
Been to the show? What are you doing here? Same thing you are, I imagine.
Having a soda after the movie.
This is Tanya.
Tanya Bowman.
- I'd like you to meet my grandmother.
- Hello.
How do you do? And this is Mr.
Dane.
My grandmother's, uh Beau.
Your grandmother's beau.
John? It's all right, Liv.
What's bothering you? It's after midnight.
Ma's not back yet.
She's of age.
I know that.
But it's been almost seven hours.
Marcus Dane's not a young man, you know.
Anything could have happened.
Could have had a car accident.
I seem to remember you saying that about Mary Ellen when she was running around with Curt, and he was a young man.
I feel just as much responsibility for Ma as I did for Mary Ellen.
Go to sleep, John.
I just don't like her being out so late.
Hey, there's a car.
John.
John.
It's them.
- Good evening, John.
- More like good morning.
We got to talking and lost track of time.
But I brought her back safe and sound.
It's just that I don't like to see her get too wore out, you know.
Oh, it's good for her to get tired enjoying herself.
Good night.
Good night, Esther.
Good night, John.
Good night.
I was just paying you back for all the times you waited up for me.
Have a good time? Yes.
You ready? Well, I think we can give it a try.
If this lights slow, you've got about 100 proof.
It if lights fast - Oh! - Good? Good? That is 190 proof alcohol! Yahoo! We did it! We did it, Yancy! What's going on? We've got a surprise for you, Daddy.
Son, wait a minute.
Now you better explain before you do that.
Don't worry, this is not gonna hurt the car.
I figured out a way to make a high-proof alcohol that makes a car run, as good as it does on gas.
- What? - It works, John.
It really works.
Jim-Bob and me is going into business on it.
Well, all right.
If you're wrong, you're going to ruin the car, Jim-Bob.
My car's running on it.
I know, your car runs on things mechanics never seen.
Little gas left in the fuel line.
See what I tell you? You did it this time, Son.
It just needs an adjustment on the carburetor, Daddy.
It's going to revolutionize the automobile industry, John.
Better to have drunk cars than drunk drivers.
Sounds pretty good to me.
I told you it'd work, Daddy.
Just think of the gas we're going to save.
And we can buy surplus grain from the farmers on the flats, trade some of the alcohol for it.
Bet you can even run a tractor or the sawmill generator.
You say something about surplus grain.
That's how you make alcohol, you know, by distilling it.
Sure.
Yancy helped me build a still big enough.
It's a sweet-looking thing, John.
I'm sure you're both aware the government doesn't look with favor on stills.
Yeah, but it's to run engines on.
Nobody's going to drink it.
You know that son and Yancy knows that and I know it.
But does the government know it? I think you better get down to Ep's office and find out how to handle this thing.
Yes, sir.
I knew this wasn't going to be as easy as I thought it was.
Hey, Jim-Bob, will you pass the milk, please? - Trade you for the potatoes.
- It's a deal.
I thought we were always supposed to say "please.
" Little Miss Perfect.
Guess it doesn't matter if Grandma's not here.
Well, she's hardly here anyway.
Good manners are important all the time.
And it's not good manners to point out other people's bad manners.
I don't think Elizabeth particularly approves of Grandma's social life.
Sure was weird running into her at the Kandy Kitchen.
I would've been so embarrassed.
You ought to be proud that your grandma is young and pretty enough to attract a man like Marcus Dane.
Yeah, Erin.
Maybe one of these years you'll get a boyfriend.
I don't care.
It's just not dignified.
What's dignified about staying home alone when you could be out having a good time? She can have a good enough time here with us.
I've never heard such narrow-minded talk.
I thought it was we older people who were supposed to be stuck in our ways.
I hope I have as much spirit as Grandma when I'm her age.
Can I be excused, Daddy? I'm meeting Tanya at the bowling alley in Westham.
All right, Son.
Hey, Jim-Bob, where are you getting all this gas for your car these days? I got my sources.
Anybody got any messages in case I meet Grandma at the Bowling Alley? Well, good morning, Elizabeth.
Hello.
That's a very nice color you're putting on there.
You can hardly even see it.
Mama won't let me wear red yet.
I like the pink.
It reminds me of shells I've seen down along the beach at low tide.
Elizabeth, I get the feeling you don't think very highly of me.
Grandma does.
Oh, I'd like it if you and I could be friends as well.
Nobody's going to ever take the place of my grandfather.
Is that what you think I'm trying to do? Honey, I'd be crazy ever to think I could fill his shoes.
Why, he was the most irreplaceable man I ever met in my life.
There was nobody who could out-talk, out-work, or out-dance Zeb Walton.
I remember once I tried to beat him in a foot race.
Now, I was pretty wiry and fast, and I figured I'd have an easy time of it.
Sure enough, I held the lead all along, Zeb just loping along behind me, but the minute that finish line came into sight, he shot ahead like a hawk homing in on a sparrow.
Oh, yeah.
I learned way early that wherever there was a finish line, your grandpa was likely to cross it first.
Grandma's inside.
Do you want me to tell her you're here? Thanks, I know where to find her.
Shells, huh? Would you like to have me help you open it? Oh, no.
I'm hoping it will pave the way for what I'm about to ask.
You've been very kind letting me get to know your family and how you live.
I'd like to return the favor.
Ask you to If I could take you to Richmond tomorrow for the weekend.
No, it's perfectly proper, Esther.
My housekeeper will see to that.
I'd like to show you my place, introduce you to some of my friends, maybe take in a concert or two.
I'll have you home safe and sound Sunday evening.
What do you say? Okay.
Fine, fine.
You admired one of those in a store window long ago.
I wanted to buy it for you then.
Do you remember? I thought it might make a nice keepsake.
Now, now.
You don't have to thank me.
I'm just a sentimental old idiot who hangs onto memories.
I'll be getting along now, and I'll pick you up tomorrow.
And you be sure and wear that new hat.
Bye.
That's right.
All right.
Bye now.
What is it, Son? Another project? I got a letter from the Treasury Department, Bureau of Alcohol, Firearms and Tobacco.
Something like that.
Go on.
"Dear Mr.
Walton.
Regarding your inquiry about the distillation of grain products "into alcohol capable of operating personal vehicles and small farm machinery, "we have consulted with two major petroleum companies "and our own research corporation.
"It is the unanimous opinion of these experts "that it is impossible to derive a strong enough fuel to propel these vehicles "from a distillation of common grain mash.
" It's signed by the department head in Washington.
I knew it, I knew it.
A still is a still and they can't see past that.
I'm sorry, Son.
Daddy, I've been thinking.
It isn't illegal to make something the government says doesn't exist, is it? No, I don't suppose it is.
Then why can't we keep on making this non-existent fuel so we won't have to use as much as the real stuff? I've sent in the forms so it's still registered proper.
Well, maybe you got a point there, Son.
I don't understand all this.
Are we still partners? You still get half of everything we make.
Which doesn't exist.
I wonder where I'll put my half.
I see Liv's got you all packed, Ma.
You're going to have yourself quite a time.
You deserve it.
We'll miss you, Ma, but we'll be all right.
You know, I don't mind telling you, I've been a little jealous of the way Marcus has been getting all your attention.
Not that I blame you, Ma, it's just He's a fine looking gentleman, I can see how he'd turn a lady's head.
Ma, I don't know how all this is going to turn out.
But I hope you're thinking about what's best for you.
All your life, you've taken care of other people.
Now maybe it's time somebody took care of you.
Now, if you've got a chance to be taken care of, I hope you won't pass it up on account of all of us.
Remember how Pa always wanted to take you to Richmond, show you a fine time? He'd be happy for you, Ma.
He shoot me! Oh, he would not, Ma, he'd be happy for you.
Now, come on, let's get you into bed.
No.
- Want to sit up for a while longer? - Yeah.
Now don't stay up late now.
You've got to get your beauty rest.
Good night, Ma.
Hi there, Jason! Good morning.
Grandma's around the side of the house.
Where is her bag? I'll put it in the car.
We tried to call this morning but you'd already left.
She's changed her mind about going.
Oh.
Hmm, it bloomed.
I'd call that a promising sign, wouldn't you? I understand you decided to call off our date.
Any special reason? "Dear Marcus, forgive me for letting you down this way.
"I cannot go to Richmond with you, not even for a weekend.
"My heart is here on this mountain, and to let you think otherwise "would not be fair.
"I am grateful for the friendship you've brought me, "the affection, hope, and laughter, but I am returning your gift.
"I remember that the day we first saw a little egg like this one, "you asked me to marry you and I had to tell you I was going to marry Zeb.
"I know you have been lonely since Gloria died.
I've been lonely, too.
"Losing a husband or a wife leaves a blank space in your life.
"But you can't fill it with someone else just because you are lonely.
"That is not love.
"And love is what I believe you were saying to me when you gave me the little egg.
" You were right, Esther.
Don't you believe I can love you? Yes.
Still Zeb? Always.
Always.
Friends can be always, too.
Marcus Dane came to our home many times as the years went by.
He always brought with him a warm affection for all of us, but especially for my grandmother.
And they remained friends for the rest of their lives.
What's the matter with Chance? Ask Jim-Bob.
What's wrong with Chance, Jim-Bob? Well, I staked her out in the south pasture today.
Right on the creek where the big oak is.
Only I forgot about the alcohol still.
It's upstream and, uh She's drunk is what's wrong.
Good night, Chance.
English - SDH