If he finds out what a crazy bastard you are, we won’t get no job…
I could get along so easy and so nice if I didn’t have you on my tail. I could live so easy and maybe have a girl.
You can’t get a job and you lose me ever’ job I get. Jus’ keep me shovin’ all over the country all the time.
Guys like us that live on ranches are the loneliest guys in the world …
An’ live off the fatta the lan’
Over each bunk there was nailed an apple box… two shelves for the personal belongings of the occupant
What the hell kind of bed you giving us, anyways. We don’t want no pants rabbits.
“Give the stable buck hell?” he asked. “Sure. Ya see the stable buck’s a nigger.”
On his head was a soiled Stetson hat, and he wore high-heeled boots and spurs to prove he was not a labouring man.
“Well, I never seen one guy take so much trouble for another guy. I just like to know what your interest is.”
A guy on a ranch don’t never listen nor he don’t ast no questions.
The old man was reassured. He had drawn a derogatory statement from George. He felt safe now, and he spoke more confidently.
I think Curley’s married … a tart
If he tangles with you, Lennie, we’re gonna get the can. Don’t make no mistake about that.