Annabelle: Why the long faces?
Owen: Wer'e sad because you're sad.
London: Come on, Annanelle, we're family, remember? Tell us, what's the matter?
Annabelle: Well, you know that Mr. Oleson, our host?
Annabelle: He's my brother. He didn't know I was with the circus, and I didn't know he was an important businessman here in Walnut Grove, or anywhere for that matter. I just saw him at lunch. You saw what happened. He looked right at me. If he'd only smiled, shown me a little love, I would have given him one of my extra-special, candid bear hugs! But he didn't. He just looked away. And I knew then that he was still ashamed of me. Ashamed of me and my bulk. You know, he was like that even when we were kids.
Owen: What's wrong with your bulk? What's wrong with my size?
London: Nothing. There's nothing wrong with any of us, but sometimes, people on the outside get crazy notions.
Owen: Annabelle, it hurts me to see you in pain. When her brother looked away from her, he looked away from all of us!
Owen: Why don't we pack up and go?
London: No, no, Owen, we can't. I signed a letter of agreement on behalf of all of us.
Owen: (to Annabelle) Ah, who cares about them, anyway? We're your brothers, not Mr. Oleson!