"[to Alice] If I don't go, we got to pack up and leave, and God knows where, without a prayer, dirt-poor. Now I'm tired, Alice. I am tired of watching my boys go hungry. I'm tired of the way that they look at me. I'm tired of the way that you don't. I've been standing on one leg for three damn years, waiting for God to do me a favor. And He ain't listening."