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Tom Joad
"Sure-I seen it. But sometimes a guy'll be a good guy even if some rich bastard makes him carry a sticker." (11)
"Not countin' what chickens is left, an' two pigs,"."(139)
Wife of Connie
For Rose of Sharon was pregnant and careful. Her hair, braided and wrapped around her head, made an ash-blond crown. Her round soft face, which had been voluptuous and inviting a few months ago, had already put on the barrier of pregnancy, the self-sufficient smile, the knowing perfection-look; and her plump body—full soft breasts and stomach, hard hips and buttocks that had swung so freely and provocatively as to invite slapping and stroking—her whole body had become demure and serious. (129)
Husband of Rose of Sharon
Connie, her nineteen-year-old husband, who had married a plump, passionate hoyden, was still frightened and bewildered at the change in her; for there were no more cat fights in bed, biting and scratching with muffled giggles and final tears. (129)
Ruthie, dressed in a real dress of pink muslin that came below her knees, was a little serious in her young-ladiness. (129)
And Winfield was reduced to madness. He stuck his finger against his throat, made a horrible face, and wobbled about, weakly shrilling, "I'm a ol' pig. Look. I’m a ol' pig. Look at the blood, Ruthie!" And he staggered and sank to the ground, and waved arms and legs weakly. (141)
AL JOAD drove the touring car, and his mother sat beside him, and Rose of Sharon beside her. Ahead the truck crawled. The hot air folded in waves over the land, and the mountains shivered in the heat. Al drove listlessly, hunched back in the seat, his hand hooked easily over the cross-bar of the steering wheel; his gray hat, peaked and pulled to an incredibly cocky shape, was low over one eye; and as he drove, he turned and spat out the side now and then. (223)
She looked up pleasantly from the frying pan. And then her hand sank slowly to her side and the fork clattered to the wooden floor.(100)
Brother of Pa
But Uncle John sat uneasily, his lonely haunted eyes were not at ease, and his thin strong body was not relaxed. Nearly all the time the barrier of loneliness cut Uncle John off from people and from appetites. He ate little, drank nothing, and was celibate.
Brother of uncle john
"What do you want?" old Tom mumbled around his mouthful of nails.
"Pu-raise Gawd fur vittory." (105)
"I'm sure to be glad to get out there."