"Agent: I can’t help that. All I know is, I got my orders. They told me to tell you to get off, and that’s what I’m tellin’ ya.
Muley: You mean get off of my own land?
Agent: Now don’t go to blamin’ me! It ain’t my fault.
Muley’s son: Who’s fault is it?
Agent: You know who owns the land. The Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
Muley: And who’s the Shawnee Land and Cattle Company
Agent: It ain’t nobody. It’s a company.
Muley’s son: They got a President, ain’t they? They got somebody who knows what a shotgun’s for, ain’t they?
Agent: Oh son, it ain’t his fault, because the bank tells him what to do.
Muley’s son: All right, where’s the bank?
Agent: Tulsa. What’s the use of pickin’ on him? He ain’t nothin’ but the manager. And he’s half-crazy hisself tryin’ to keep up with his orders from the East.
Muley: Then who do we shoot?
Agent: Brother, I don’t know. If I did, I’d tell ya. I just don’t know who’s to blame."
"Agent: I can’t help that. All I know is, I got my orders. They told me to tell you to get off, and that’s what I’m tellin’ ya.
Muley: You mean get off of my own land?
Agent: Now don’t go to blamin’ me! It ain’t my fault.
Muley’s son: Who’s fault is it?
Agent: You know who owns the land. The Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
Muley: And who’s the Shawnee Land and Cattle Company
Agent: It ain’t nobody. It’s a company.
Muley’s son: They got a President, ain’t they? They got somebody who knows what a shotgun’s for, ain’t they?
Agent: Oh son, it ain’t his fault, because the bank tells him what to do.
Muley’s son: All right, where’s the bank?
Agent: Tulsa. What’s the use of pickin’ on him? He ain’t nothin’ but the manager. And he’s half-crazy hisself tryin’ to keep up with his orders from the East.
Muley: Then who do we shoot?
Agent: Brother, I don’t know. If I did, I’d tell ya. I just don’t know who’s to blame."
Thank you for your grapes
don’t thank me, that’s all Steinbeck