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Dilaogue 92 On a country road. The Joads’ truck is in trouble and Tom tries to fix it
Tom
: She’s hotter’n 247D92TJGOWd a heifer.
Al : Fan-belt’s shot
Tom : Picks a nice place for it, too, don’t she? Any gas?
Al : Gallon or two?
Tom : Well, looks like we done it this time awright
Rosasharn : Tommy. Some smoke up there.
Tom : Looks like about a mile. Reckon she’ll make it?
Al : She got to make it.
Ma : What is it?
Tom : Don’t know – but it’s better’n 248D92TJGOWd this.
Dialogue 93 In the gate of the Government Camp. Tom agrees to sign up the contract offered
by the caretaker Caretaker
: No. No cops. Folks here elect their own cops. The ladies’ committee’ll call you, ma’am, about the kids and the sanitary
unit and who takes care of ‘em. Come inside and sign up.
Tom : Take ‘er down, Al. I’ll sign.
Pa : We gonna stay, ain’t we?
Tom : You’re tootin’ 249D93TJGOWf we’re gonna stay.
Dialogue 94
Inside the sanitary unit. Winfield and Ruthie are playing in the toilet
208. Winfield
: What’s these?
209. Ruthie :
Well, I reckon you stand in them little rooms and water come down outa that there little jigger up there – take a bath
210. Winfield
: Jes’ like in the catalogues, ain’t they
211. Ruthie :
I seen ‘em b’fore 250D94RUGOWa you did.
212. Winfield
: What’s this?
213. Ruthie :
Now don’t you go monk’ing.
Dialogue 95 In the sanitary unit. Winfield and Ruthie break the refilling of the tank in the
toilet Winfield
: Lemme go I didn’t go to do it
Ruthie : Keep qui’te 251D95RUGOWi, will ya Shet your mouth
Winfield : I never knowed it All I done was pull that string
Ruthie : Lissen. You done busted it. You hear? But lissen here. I won’t
tell nobody, y’understan’?
Winfield : Please don’t.
Ruthie : I won’t – if you won’t tell what I done.
Dialogue 96 The work place-camp site. Tom and his friends are digging the ditch
Tom : If this don’t feel good
Wilkie : Wait’ll about ‘leven 252D96ONGOWb o’clock, see how
good she feels. Tom
: Seems like a nice frien’ly 253D96TJGOWc fella to work
for, too.
clxxxvi Tim
: Lotta these farmers mighty nice fellas. Trouble is they’re little,
they ain’t got much say-so. Tom
: Shore looks like my lucky day, anyway. Gettin’ some work at las’
.
Dialogue 97 In the work place-camp site. Tom and other men are talking about the dance
party
214. Tom :
Listen. What is these reds? Ever’time you turn aroun’ somebody sayin’ somebody else’s red. What is these reds, anyway?
215. Wilkie : Well, I tell you. They was a
fella up the country named King – got about 30,000 acres
an’ a cannery an’ a winery – an’ he’s all time talkin’ about reds. Drivin’ 254D97ONGOWf the country to ruin,
he says. Got to git rid of ‘em, he says. Well, they was a young fella jus’
come out an’ he was listenin’ 255D97ONGOWf one day. He kinda
scratched his head an’ he says, “Mr. King, what is these reds you all a
time talkin’ about?” Well, sir, Mr. King says, “Young man, a red is
any fella that wants thiry cents a hour when I’m payin’ twenty-five.”
216. Thomas
