7th Heaven

Eric: How are you doing? Ruthie: How do you think I'm doing? Eric: Well, I think you're...not doing that well. I think you're angry and heartbroken. Ruthie: Very insightful. Eric: I also think you're a bit selfish and, oh, a little sarcastic. Ruthie: What? Eric: You know, Thanksgiving is a wonderful time to count your blessings and to remember that no matter how bad off you are, there's always someone whose life is worse. Ruthie: I don't feel like feeling sorry for Martin right now, if you don't mind. Eric: Actually, I do mind. You're just not the kind of person who dwells in self-pity, and I don't want to see you wasting away the day or the weeks or the year feeling sorry for yourself. Martin is inside, enduring the whispers and the stares and comments, and Sandy's...sitting in the car, having changed her mind about her ability to do the same. You can choose your feelings, Ruthie. Choose to be grateful. Choose to be kind. Choose to be understanding, because you can do that. You can. Ruthie: I don't see you choosing to be nice to Rose. Eric: Point taken. I'll make a deal with you. I'll go in and be nice to Rose if you go get Sandy out of the car, because we've all tried and failed, but I have a feeling you can do it. Ah, I don't know what I'm thinking. I'm not gonna bargain with you. I'm just gonna go in and be nice to you, and you do what you want. Do whatever will make you feel good about yourself on Thanksgiving.

Lucy: There's a new rumor going around school. Eric: Oh, boy. Hmm. So the news has finally surfaced about Martin, and he still hasn't told Ruthie. Great. Hmm. We knew this might happen. Lucy: Well, here's something we didn't know might happen. We didn't know that the whole school might think that Martin got Ruthie pregnant. Eric: What? No. Lucy: I'm afraid so. Eric: That's ridiculous! Why would anyone think that that's true? Lucy: Well, let me see. Uh, one, she and Martin are very good friends, and these days, sometimes, friends have that sort of relationship. And two, she was out sick all last week, and three, she's a preacher's kid, so everyone always thinks the worst.

Meredith: You didn't tell me Ruthie called. And WHY are you going around telling everyone that she's having Martin's baby? Kelly: Careful. Wheelchair. You wouldn't hit me, would you? Meredith: No! But do not even try to make me feel sorry for you right now! Kelly: Okay, but I don't know what you're so upset about. Didn't you say Martin got some girl pregnant? Meredith: Not Ruthie. Kelly: Not Ruthie? Oops, my mistake.

Eric: Luce, we've all been so worried how she was going to take this, thinking Ruthie was a little girl, but she's not. She's a young woman. Lucy: Dad, she's a teenager.

(after Kevin gives Ruthie the box of soup labels) Ruthie: I love you! The computer staff is going to love you! The whole school's going to love you. And Jack's gonna love me! (she leaves house) Kevin: (to Savannah) I hope not. We don't like Jack.

Ruthie: So who else knows about this? My family? My whole family? Mom and Dad and Kevin and Lucy and Sam and David? And Matt and Simon and Mary? They all know? Everyone but me? Martin: Well, I don't know about Mary, but...