Casy: I wouldn't pray just for a old man that's dead, 'cause 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.
[last lines] Ma Joad: Rich fellas come up an' they die, an' their kids ain't no good an' they die out. But we keep a'comin'. We're the people that live. They can't wipe us out; they can't lick us. We'll go on forever, Pa, 'cause we're the people.
Tom Joad: Seems like the government's got more interest in a dead man than a live one.
Casy: Maybe there ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue, they'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.
Casy: Tom, you gotta learn like I'm learnin'. I don't know it right yet myself. That's why I can't ever be a preacher again. Preachers gotta know. I don't know. I gotta ask.
Tom Joad: That Casy. He might have been a preacher but he seen things clear. He was like a lantern. He helped me to see things clear.
Ma Joad: Well, Pa, a woman can change better'n a man. A man lives sorta - well, in jerks. Baby's born or somebody dies, and that's a jerk. He gets a farm or loses it, and that's a jerk. With a woman, it's all in one flow, like a stream - little eddie...
[the family is leaving the farm, heading for California] Al Joad: Ain't you gonna look back, Ma? Give the ol' place a last look? Ma Joad: We're going' to California, ain't we? All right then let's go to California. Al Joad: That don't sound like you,...
Muley Graves: There ain't nobody gonna push me of my land! My grandpa took up this land 70 years ago, my pa was born here, we were all born on it. And some of of us was killed on it! ...and some of us died on it. That's what make it our'n, bein' born...
Tom Joad: Takes no nerve to do something, ain't nothin' else you can do.
Tom Joad: Sure don't look none too prosperous.
Grandpa Joad: It's my dirt! Eh-heh! No good, but it's - it's mine, all mine.
Ma Joad: There, gramma! There's California. Grandma Joad: Phbbtt!
Gasoline Attendant: You and me got sense. Them Okies got no sense and no feeling. They ain't human. Human being wouldn't live the way they do. Human being couldn't stand to be so miserable.
Tom Joad: If there was a law, they was workin' with maybe we could take it, but it ain't the law. They're workin' away our spirits, tryin' to make us cringe and crawl, takin' away our decency.
Casy: You don' know what you're a-doin'.
Grandpa Joad: I smell spare ribs. Somebody's been eatin' spare ribs. How come I ain't got none?
Uncle John: He is telling the truth... the truth for him.
