My favorite fruit is grapes. Because with grapes, you always get another chance. 'Cause, you know, if you have a crappy apple or a peach, you're stuck with that crappy piece of fruit. But if you have a crappy grape, no problem - just move on to the n...
When I was younger we had a grape arbor, and my mom would go out and pick grapes and make grape jam in the sink - boil it, put it in jars, and give it away as gifts.
Gilbert: Ellen? Ellen? Ellen Grape: What? Gilbert: Could you not talk with your mouth full? Ellen Grape: Excuse me? Gilbert: You're making me sick, I'm gonna throw up. Ellen Grape: Oh, okay, dad. Sure thing, dad.
Ma Joad: There, gramma! There's California. Grandma Joad: Phbbtt!
Grapes do not grow in a willow tree.
A grape that sees another gets ripe.
Casy: You don' know what you're a-doin'.
Beautiful grapes often make poor wine.
Wine came from grapes and grapes were fruit. If you were going to judge every wine connoisseur, you would also have to walk around the playground and slap the box of grape juice out of every child's chubby little hands as well.
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.
Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create - this is man.
Arnie Grape: I could go at any time.
Arnie Grape: I killed him Gilbert , I killed him!
I ain't never done nothin' that wasn't part sin.
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.
Uncle John: He is telling the truth... the truth for him.
Arnie Grape: Good night to you but not me.
The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads.
He stopped, feeling lonely in his long speech.
It gives a fella relief to tell, but it jus' spreads out his sin.
