Nunnally Johnson

It's an order, Bayerlein, a military order from General Headquarters. A clear, straight, stupid, criminal military order, from General Headquarters.

Not that it could really be described as an argument. It's impossible to have an argument with him in the sense that you and I could have an argument. He raves, he screams, he goes into such hysterics that it's like trying to make sense with a panic stricken woman.

Not once, but several times. In Russia, he said, officers like me have been put against the wall and shot, and almost I think it couldn't happen to me.

On the other hand, you mustn't hold people too accountable for everything they say when they're emotionally upset. The war is not going well, and he's naturally worried. But I'm afraid it'll be a long time before I forget what he did to the Afrika Korps.

When the end was near, and I asked him to get them out, he said he had no further interest or concern in the Afrika Korps.

No, but he knows the situation. I sent him the whole story last night. If there's anything he can do, he will.

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.

I never had my house pushed over before. Never had my family stuck out on the road. Never had to lose everything I had in life.

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 eddies and waterfalls - but the river, it goes right on. Woman looks at it thata way.

There ain't no family now. And Winfield, what's he gonna be this way? Growin' up wild. And Ruthie too. Just like animals. Got nothing to trust.

I ain't never gonna be scared no more. I was, though. For a while it looked as though we was beat. Good and beat. Looked like we didn't have nobody in the whole wide world but enemies. Like nobody was friendly no more. Made me feel kinda bad and scared too, like we was lost and nobody cared...

I been thinking about us, too, about our people living like pigs and good rich land layin' fallow. Or maybe one guy with a million acres and a hundred thousand farmers starvin'. And I been wonderin' if all our folks got together and yelled...

They'd drag me anyways. Sooner or later they'd get me for one thing if not for another. Until then...

No, Ma, not that. That ain't it. It's just, well as long as I'm an outlaw anyways… maybe I can do somethin'… maybe I can just find out somethin', just scrounge around and maybe find out what it is that's wrong and see if they ain't somethin' that can be done about it. I ain't thought it out all clear, Ma. I can't. I don't know enough.

Well, maybe it's like Casy says. A fellow ain't got a soul of his own, just little piece of a big soul, the one big soul that belongs to everybody, then...

Then it don't matter. I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready, and when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise and livin' in the houses they build - I'll be there, too.

Seems like the government's got more interest in a dead man than a live one.

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, will you get the hell off'a there! It's gonna be heavy enough..." That somehow passed the Board of Review censors.

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.

Listen, what is these reds? Every time ya turn around, somebody's callin' somebody else a red! What IS these reds, anyway?