"Every prophet in his house." "Sure is hot." "Lord knows it's hard enough to stay clean around here with all this dust and dirt and whatnot." "I am so damn tired of waking up with grit in my teeth every morning." "How old are you, farmboy?" "I'm old enough." "Got any jills back home?" "I got a couple." "Easy." "I ain't gonna hurt ya." "Just trying to help." "I don't need your help." "I guess farmboy ain't used to gals like us, Lib." "Oh, no, ma." "Didn't you hear?" "He's got a whole bunch of gals back home." "A whole herd I bet." "Y'all don't know me." "You don't know nothin' about me." "I know I saw you staring at my titties in the show." "Practically hypnotized." "But that's okay, honey." "That's what they're there for." "I seen better." "I just think you see what you want to see." "Well, things are bad, people get desperate." "Please." "Forget it." "He's not coming back here, not after last time." "Mother, I tried." "Yes," "I'll ask him." "I said yes!" "Spider, Billy, I want you two on Colossus." "Valves haven't seated on that rebuild." "Run her for an hour and get her hot, drain the oil." "You find shavins, gimme a holler." "Grover, Cap, I want you to spike the Cootch-tent." "You too, Jake." "And check for holes 'round back, sew 'em up tight." "Tired of them hayseeds gettin' a free show." "Hawkins?" "!" "You're in charge of the baggage trailer." "The what?" "Baggage trailer 'round back." "Run down trailer with a big ole roof rack on her." "Can't miss it." "What you want me to do?" "Go through it." "Save anything worth saving or selling." "Dump the rest." "When you're done, give it a good sweep!" "Get to work!" "Jesus." "Hey, boy!" "Where you been hidin' yourself?" "They're spiking' the ten-in-one." "I was cleaning out the baggage trailer." "Baggage trailer?" "Jonesy!" "Yeah, boss?" "Did you tell this boy to clean out the baggage trailer?" "We, uh, we was just havin' some fun." "I don't pay you birds to have fun." "We an hour behind already." "Get on over there and help them spike the tent." "So I should finish the baggage trailer later?" "He still wants to..." "We don't got no baggage trailer." "Nobody's got a baggage trailer." "It's an old carnie gag, like hunting for snipe." "Send some poor chowder head out searching for something that don't exist..." " But, I was in there." " Where?" "The baggage trailer, goddamnit!" "Okay, sport." "Suppose you show me where it is." "Ah, forget it, kid." "No, it happened, goddamnit!" "I'm telling you," "I was cleaning out old trunks." "Look, I..." "Here, I found this." "Where?" "In the trailer that ain't there." "Well, you know who that is?" "Nope." "You?" "Something I found." "You don't mind if I hang onto it then." "Yeah, I do mind." "Suit yourself." "What in the hell are you up to?" "Don't stare!" "Brother Justin, you and sister were truly inspiring today." "Thank you, Eleanor." "Let me introduce you to my family." "This is my sons, Tom and Lester." "Good to finally meet you." "Did you enjoy the service, Lester?" "Parts." "Don't pay him no mind." "Uh, this is my niece, Maggie, and her husband, Garrett." "Who is this?" "This is Harold and J.J. and Molly and Dorothy and Tim and Lyle." "Brother Justin's put your grandma on the righteous path." "Bless you, sister." "Thank you." "Excuse me, excuse me, folks." "Carroll." "Mrs. Templeton." "Reverend..." "Gettin' a bit crowded in there these days." "Yes, it certainly is." "Splendid, isn't it?" "Yes, splendid." "I was just thinkin' of stopping' by this afternoon, havin' a little chat." "Always a pleasure." "This afternoon, then?" "Reverend." "Iris." "Mr. Templeton." " Oh, dear Lord." " What?" "Felix, will you look at what your daughter's eating." "That is a pig's-portion." "Now, you split that with your daddy." "But ma, I'm hungry." "Just leave the girl alone." "Gal, you eat like a lumberjack, you're gonna look like a lumberjack... and nobody wants to see a lumberjack dance the Cootch." "I'd like to see a lumberjack dance the Cootch." "Just spoke to the local constabulary." "We are fixed in this town." "As in heavily." "Great." "Babe get that homer, yet?" "Naw, still sitting around 699." "He had a couple of hits against the Red Sox." "Drove in the winning run with a long, fly ball." "Crowd roared." "No home run." "Gonna be quite a thing when it happens though, ain't it?" "Yeah, helluva thing..." "Mind?" "700, can you imagine that?" "No one is ever gonna beat that." "Babe Ruth is gonna..." "Babe Ruth is an overrated, flannel-mouthed hick who never did nobody a bit of good but himself!" "Jeez-o." "Bite my head off." "They got you, ah, fixed up with a job yet?" "Totin' junk off trucks, helping' set up... tents, lights." ""Roustie."" ""Roustabout." That's what they call a guy that does what you do." ""Rustabout."" "Reckon that's what I am, then." "They're startin' you at the bottom..." " ...guess that's where everybody starts." " Honey, over here." "You know, I could talk to Samson for you." "He likes me." "Maybe get you fixed up with a better job, a flasher or talker or somethin'." "I ain't much for talking." "Do you sense any attraction between them?" "Maybe on her part." "Boy doesn't know what to do with a woman." "Needs someone to show him the ropes." "Someone with experience." "That would be unwise." "What's wrong with teaching a puppy dog a few tricks, hmm?" "For one, it might very well kill you." "At least I'd die with a smile on my face." "Mm-mm." "No, I don't think so." "Maybe you could come by tonight." "No, um..." "It's my mother, she wants to see you again." "No offense, but, your ma, she gives me the creeping' willies." "Things wind down about midnight." "Please?" "She won't leave me alone until you do." "She's driving me crazy..." "Your ma's a turnip." "That Betty has been a real pill about collecting blankets for the migrants." "She said she was going to put it on the agenda for the women's auxiliary, but so far the only thing she has done is give me a bunch of excuses." "Justin Crowe, you have not heard a word I've said." "Uh..." "Is that a new dress?" "No, it's not a new dress!" "Something wrong?" "Excuse me." "Norman!" "Children." "Tardy as usual." "I'm sorry we're late." "Oh, it's so good to see you." "Did you see the car?" "You didn't." "I did, just outside." "The Buick Phaeton." "Silver and black." "Runs like a greyhound." "Salinas to Mintern in just over an hour." "You're lucky you didn't get in a crack-up." "Did I mention it's a convertible?" "Tea, please." "Every prophet in his house." "Excuse me?" "I said, coming right up." "Honestly, Norman." "A man of your age should enjoy the blessings the good Lord bestows on him while there is still time." "You're turning into a rake!" "Justin, you better snap this little girl back into line." "I'm sorry?" "Your sister just called me a rake." "He's been like this all week." "Something bothering you, son?" "I just have a lot on my mind." "Well then, maybe this will make you stand up and salute." "No more Babe Ruth, please!" "That's all anybody talks about." "Of course it is." "Mighty endeavors are inspiring." "There's nothing inspiring about a man hitting a ball with a stick." "I could say the same thing about a young man throwing rocks with a sling." "Norman Balthus, don't you dare compare David to Babe Ruth!" "You just watch me, little girl." "In desperate times, the good Lord looks over the flock and chooses one man to inspire the multitudes one man to accomplish the impossible one man to offer hope where there was only hopelessness" "and who are we to judge the wisdom of the Almighty?" "He chooses his servants to fit his plan and when he chooses his servant from the flock and gifts them with talents, it is a grave sin to bury them in the earth." "Amen." "A saw-buck wins a fiver." "Fortune is only one spin away." "You sir, you look like a winner!" "Step right up..." "Just feast your eyes on this Northen Eye-talian beauty." "This is the woman all the men in town been talkin' about." "She's gonna shake it." "She's gonna break it." "She's gonna tear it down to the ground, because Ms. Francesca here is so, so hot, she's gonna put blisters on your eyeballs..." "The cards are unclear." "I'm sorry." "Is that bad?" "C'mon!" "So you're gonna be a child." "Well, we've gotta eat, okay?" "Look, don't try to change the subject." "The point is, I already asked him, he said no, that's the end of it." "Yes, it is." "Folks, we're closed." "Sorry." "What do you want?" "Nothin'." "Boy!" "Hey, boy!" "I need a quick hand." "Run on back and fetch Gabriel's gauntlets." "What?" "Them big leather straps he wears 'round his wrists." "Big baby." "He won't go on without them." "I gotta stall." "Where they at?" "Third trailer on this side on my vanity." "Near the back by the bed." "Now, skedaddle!" "Bless you." "Sorry it took so long." "Oh, Mr. Templeton." "Please come on in." "Justin, Mr. Templeton's here." "Hello, Carroll." "I was afraid you wouldn't come by." "Of course I came by." "Said I would, didn't I?" "Yes, yes, you certainly did." "Please, have a seat." "Iris, how about some of that cold lemonade?" "I have got a project in the works that I'm very excited about but I'm going to need your help." "I had a feelin' you were gonna say that." "What kind of project?" "Well, do you remember this morning when you said it was getting crowded in church?" "Oh, yeah." "As a matter of fact that's why I'm here." "My wife and I..." "I know, I know, it's the migrants." "They need a place to come and worship, but our church is already overcrowded." "So what they need is a place of their own." "Now see, I was just sayin' something like that to Emma not an hour ago." " Is that right?" " Yes, sir." "Well, how can I help you out Reverend?" "Well, there's a building down on State Street." "I believe you own it." "Chin's?" "That's the one." "I want you to give that to me." "I'm sorry." "Did I, uh, did I say something funny?" "Yeah, that's a real howler." "Turnin' Chins into a church for the Oakies..." "I'm quite serious." "I'm sure you are." "I'll tell you what..." "Will fifty dollars work?" "They can get themselves a nice tent for fifty..." "No, no." "The Lord has spoken to me." "He was quite clear." "I want Chin's." "The Lord has spoken to you?" "That's correct." "Maybe he should have told you that property's not for sale." "Are you mocking me, Mr. Templeton?" "I'm just sayin' it's not for sale." "And I'm just saying I have no intention of buying it." "No?" " You will donate it." " To you?" "With all due respect, Reverend, you're out of your goddamn mind." "How dare you take the Lord's name in vain in this house!" "Hello, Mr. Templeton." "Back so soon?" "My sweet Jesus." "This your piece for the week plus the rent." "Anything new on the menu?" "Maybe..." "Room four." "Upstairs." "Enjoy..." "Let me go." "What's on the menu, Carroll?" "What's the matter, Templeton?" "Don't tell me you're not hungry." "Look at you." "You're famished!" "Hello." "Open your eyes!" "Face your sin!" "Here we go." "Some nice, cold lemonade." " Thank you, Iris." " You're welcome." "Okay, folks, we're shutting' down." "Goodnight now." "Right this way." "Thanks for comin'..." "Let me give you a hand with that." "No, I got it." "Ain't seen you around much." "I've been around." "Yeah, I know, I just... ain't seen ya." "Something on your mind?" "I was thinkin', I never did teach you how to throw a slider." "Yeah, you did." "I was eleven." "Eleven?" "Damn." "You know, it's been a dog's age since we played catch." "I gotta, I gotta wash momma's hair." "Oh, yeah, no, I know." "I mean, I didn't mean now." "I mean, it's dark, right?" " Still got your mitt?" " Jonesy..." "Yeah." "Yeah..." "Poor Jonesy." "Sniff in' around little Miss Prissy-pants like a dog lost his bone." "Oh, I'd wager he knows where his bone is all right." "Bet you wouldn't mind helpin' him find it neither." "Jonesy?" "Nah, not my type." "'Sides, he'd sooner lick dust than kneel at the alter." "Gotta admit, he is wicked handsome, though." "For a roustie, maybe." "Me, I'd fancy a toss with the debutante." "I wouldn't mind blowin' her safe." "Well, listen to you, Clark Gable..." "The boy's a remarkable find." "Should prove quite valuable, no?" "Aww, hell, Lodz." "He's a rube." "And yet, Management wants him on full time, no?" "For now." "I saw Scudder." "In the boy's dreams." "Don't care." "Scudder's dead." "Has been for years." "On the contrary," "Scudder's alive and well." "Hogwash." "But you will tell Management, won't you?" "I'd do it myself, but he won't listen to me anymore." "He used to." "But ever since St. Louis." "Well, things have changed since St. Louis." "No." "Samson, we should head south." "Circuit takes us north." "The circuit's just an excuse, you know that." "We're headin' north." "Thanks for the whiskey." "All right boys, we're down for the night." "Get some shut-eye." "See y'all in the morning." "All right, Jonesy!" "We were always stronger together than apart." "All you have to do is let me in." "What are you doing here?" "Just having a chat." "Well, get the hell out!" "My intentions exactly." "You leave me no choice, my dear." "But then, you know that." "Momma, are you all right?" "That's it!" "I've had enough of your tantrums!" "You're the one." "Momma!" "Over here!" "Sofie, she's over here!" "What the hell are you doing?" "!" "Get away from her!" "Get your hands off her!" "Don't touch her!" "Get back!" "Everybody stay back!" "Momma?" "Sofie..." "Sofie, she okay?" "What the hell's going on here?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "Momma, can you hear me?" "Say something!" "Spill it, Hawkins!" "What the hell happened here?" "What'd you do to her?" "!" "I was sleepin'." "I woke up." "She walked over to me..." "She can't walk." "She can't even move." "Everybody knows that." "I didn't do nothin' to her, Sofie." "You gotta believe me, I didn't..." "Momma, can you hear me?" "Let me go, goddamnit!" "Don't worry." "It's okay." "It's all right..." "Let the boy go." "Gabriel, stop, stop!" "Calm down." "Everyone just quiet down." "Quiet!" "I said let him go." "Boss, we got a real problem here." "Needs some sorting' out." "We don't have no sorting' out to do." "The kid didn't do nothin' wrong." "Cut him loose!" "I can't hear her." "She ain't talkin' to me..." "What's wrong with her?" "I don't know, sweetheart." "I really don't." "Sorry." "Best we get her inside, though." "C'mon, give her a hand here, for Chrissake!" "You got her?" "All right, stand back, everyone." "Stand back." "Been a change of plans." "Tomorrow we pack it up head south." "Let's get some sleep!" "Crack of dawn, children." "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Let me take a gander..." "We gotta get something on that jaw." "Come on." "I said, come on." "Want to tell me what's going on here?" "Things are changing." "Not for the better." "South, huh?" "Gonna be hotter than Hades down there." "That it will." "Hold still." "There." "Leave that on through the night." "Take the swelling down by morning." "Let's see about those ribs." "Hope you don't truck no grudge against Gabe." "He was just lookin' out for Appy is all." "I didn't touch her." "I know..." "Thank you." "This mean anything to you?" "I remember that." "Where'd you get it?" "Found it." "This here is a picture of old Hack Scudder's sweetie." "What was her name...?" "Flora." " You met her?" " No, never met her." "Hack showed me the picture." "Used to go on and on." "Poor old Hack." "That's him." "Henry Scudder." "Worked the geek-show." "Real rummy." "Poor bastardnever met a bottle he didn't like." "Sad thing." "He sure seemed to miss this woman." "Don't know what happened between 'em." "All's I know... he always kept the picture on him." "She's my ma." "The lady we buried back in Milfay?" "Well, now..." "That is downright queer." "You mind if I keep this?" "This, this Scudder, do you think he might've been in the war?" "Could've been." "Lots of crazy men in the war." "Crazy as mud-bugs on a griddle..." "Gabriel, come on inside now." "Brothers and sisters, welcome to our new temple, our new home, our... sanctuary." "Here it is, we will begin our holy task, our mission... to bring in the multitudes who are now lost to God." "The multitudes who would otherwise perish forever when His sword is loosed upon the world!" "Oh, I saved you some supper." "I'm not hungry." "A long day?" "We have a new church." "We do?" "Chin's." "That gambling hall down in Chinatown?" "Brother Templeton donated it to our new ministry... for the migrants." "The migrants?" "The flock I've been chosen to lead." "Chosen by the Lord God." "He spoke to me, Iris." "And I shall carry out His will." "Praise the Lord." "Amen." "You're a good man, Justin." "He's chosen... such a good man." "After the ball is over after the break of morn after the dancer's leaving after the stars are gone many a heart is aching if you could read them all many the hopes that have vanished after the ball"