- [first lines]
- Narrator: Walton's Mountain is as old as the earth itself. For countless centuries it has quietly shouldered the sky above the land on which our family settled, built and flourished. Through all its seasons, through all the great and small events of our lives, the mountain was changeless, as fixed and as permanent as the glittering stars above. And then there was an evening in the 1930's which started all of us wondering how fixed or permanent anything is... even a star.
- The Grandfather: Why, that star just nestled in here just as light as a feather and landed here. If it did bring any kind of a message, it was "enjoy" not "destroy." And the message to come through was not one of sinfulness or wickedness. It was the star wished to find a lovely, happy home to make its landing. And what could be more appropriate than the Baldwin place?
- The Grandfather: O powerful western fallen star... why did that star fall where it did and when it did?
- The Grandfather: Polonius Baldwin? Is he here? Why, that low-down, no-good, cheap, conniving son of a sea cook!
- Miss Rosemary Hunter: [Reads from spelling bee word list] Hoist.
- Nancy: Hois?
- Miss Rosemary Hunter: Hoist.
- Nancy: Hoist!