Érik a gyümölcs (1940) 73% 19★

– So maybe there ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. It's just what people does. Some things folks do is nice and some ain't so nice…and that's all any man's got a right to say.

– You mean get off my own land?
– Don't go to blaming me. It ain't my fault.
– Whose fault is it?
– You know who owns the land. Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
– Who's Shawnee Land and Cattle Company?
– It ain't nobody. It's a company.
– They got a president, ain't they? They got somebody who knows what a shotgun's for!
– Oh, son, it ain't his fault because the bank tells him what to do.
– All right. Where's the bank?
– Tulsa. What's the use of picking on him? He ain't nothing but the manager. He's half crazy trying to keep up with his orders.
– Then who do we shoot?
– Brother, I don't know. If I did, I'd tell you. I just don't know who's to blame.

– I seen her nearly beat a peddler to death with a live chicken. She aimed to go with an ax in the other hand…got mixed up, forgot which was which. When she got through with that peddler, all she had left was two chicken legs.

– Looks like a lot of times…the government's got more interest in a dead man than a live one.

– This here old man just…lived a life and just died out of it. I don't know whether he was good or bad…and it don't matter much. Heard a fella say a poem once. And he says, „All that lives is holy.” Well, I wouldn't pray just for an old man that's dead…because he's all right. If I was to pray, I'd pray for folks that's alive and don't know which way to turn. Grandpa here…he ain't got no more trouble like that. He's got his job all cut out for him…so cover him up and let him get to it.

– Holy Moses, what a hard-looking outfit.
– All them Okies is hard-looking.
– Boy, but I'd hate to hit that desert in a jalopy like that.
– You and me got sense. Them Okies got no sense and no feeling. They ain't human. No human being would live the way they do. A human being couldn't stand to be so miserable.
– Just don't know any better, I guess.

– Seems like we wasn't ever doing nothing but moving. I'm tired.
– Women's always tired.

– That Casy. He might have been a preacher, but he seen things clear. He was like a lantern. He helped me to see things too.

– Well, maybe it's like Casy says. Fella ain't got a soul of his own, just…a little piece of a big soul. The one big soul that belongs to everybody.

– Rich fellas come up and they die…and their kids ain't no good, and they die out. But we keep coming. We're the people that live. They can't wipe us out. They can't lick us. We'll go on forever, Pa, because we're the people.