muley? he ain't here.
hey, joad! john joad!
ain't forgot, have you?
comin' through here tomorrow, you know.
how's the swimmin'?
mind if we come in an' set?
but at leas' we can starve to death with folks we know.
listen, mister. i don't know ever'thing. you might go out an' fall into a steady job, an' i'd be a liar. an' then, you might never get no work, an' i didn't warn you. all i can tell ya, most of the folks is purty mis'able. but a fella don't know ever'thing.
boy, what a mess a .45 does make! they got a tourniquet on. we'll send a doctor out.
fella named jackson--buck jackson.
what y'all hurryin' so for? tell me they got twenny days work.