The Grapes of Wrath1940

Tom:
What happened? How come they got to get off? We lived here fifty years, same place.

Muley:
Everybody's got to get off. Everybody's leavin', goin' out to California. Your folks, my folks, everybody's folks. Everybody except me. I ain't gettin' off.

Tom:
Who done it?

Muley:
Listen. [Muley gestures toward the howling wind] That's some of what done it. The dusters. They start it anyways. Blowin' like this year after year. Blowin' the land away. Blowin' the crops away. And blowin' us away now.

Tom:
You crazy?

Muley:
Some say that I am.