- [opening narration]
- Ward Cleaver: When you were young, you had your own set of values. Values that nothing could change. An ice cream cone was a snow-capped mountain of sheer delight. An autographed baseball was more precious than rubies. And a note from the teacher meant only one thing: Disaster. And that's our story tonight on "Leave It To Beaver".
- June Cleaver: Ward, why don't you ever send me flowers?
- Ward Cleaver: I'm the kind that says it with seat covers.