Little house on the prairie, Nellie is marrying Percival

I'm sorry, Mr. Crowley. I'm so sorry. Get back there. Get back. Let's get back. Back, back. Nellie, darling. Good work. Nellie, honey. Nellie. What's the matter, darling? He's going today. Oh, well, who cares? He said that you're all ready, so you don't have anything to worry about. I'm not worried. What's the matter, then? I love him. You love him? You can't love him. He's too short. He's not too short. I'm too tall. Well, don't blame me. It's your father's fault. Everybody's tall on his side of the family. Your mother's right. Her side is just fat. How dare you? See what you've done. Oh, Nellie, darling, don't worry about it. Mother will find you a nice tall man. I don't want a tall man. Did you ever tell him that? Well, tell him. What? Don't be ridiculous. A lady doesn't go up to a man and say, I love you. Why not? Well, because. It just isn't done, that's why. Well, it better be done because he's leaving in ten minutes on the stage. He's out there in front playing ball with the children. But what'll I say? Well, try I love you. It's easy to say and it's right to the point. All right. I will. I'll do it. Darling, I'll come along with you. No, Harriet. No. What? No. No. Now, let them be alone. Maybe he won't think about who his mother-in-law is going to be. Okay. Percival, I have something to tell you. I love you. I don't know what to say. Well, do you? Yes, I love you, too. But what about, uh, I'm not going to get any taller. And I'm not going to get any shorter. Will you marry me? Yes. Oh, yes. We're getting married. We're getting married. Tomorrow. Tomorrow? You can't. There's no gown and a church wedding. Oh, we can't have a church wedding, Mrs. Olson. Uh, something simple. Outside. No church wedding? Why not? I'm Jewish. Oh, he's Jewish. He's Jewish. No. No. Now, calm down. Calm down. He's marrying our daughter. Kind of a cute couple, aren't they? Oh, I suppose it's no worse than being short. Oh, no. My little girl. Do you, Percival Dalton, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love, honor, and obey till death do you part? I do. Do you, Nellie Olson, take Percival here for your wedded husband? To love, to honor, and obey till death do you part? I do. I now pronounce you man and wife. Kiss your bride, Percival. Thank you again. My mother will feel better knowing we were married by a doctor. Let's go. Whoo! To the honeymoon! Yay! Have you told him yet? No. Now is as good a time as any. Yes, dear. Almanzo? Yes, sir. One year. You gotta wait one year, and that's my final word. You were gonna wait till you're 18, young lady.