“We don’t have to sit in no bar room blowin’ our jack jus’ because we got no place else to go.”
“If them other guys gets in jail they can rot for all anybody gives a damn. But not us.”
Lennie broke in. “But not us! An’ why? Because.... because I got you to look after me,”
“and you got me to look after you, and that’s why.” He laughed delightedly. “Go on now, George!”
“You got it by heart. You can do it yourself.” “No, you. I forget some a’ the things. Tell about how it’s gonna be.”
“O.K. Someday - we’re gonna get the jack together and we’re gonna have a little house”
“and a couple of acres an’ a cow and some pigs and -”
“An’ live off the fatta the lan’,” Lennie shouted. “An’ have rabbits. Go on, George!”
Tell about what we’re gonna have in the garden and about the rabbits in the cages and about the rain in the winter and the stove,
and how thick the cream is and the milk like you can hardly cut it. Tell about that, George.
Why’n’t you do it yourself? You know all of it.” “No.... you tell it.
It ain’t the same if I tell it. Go on.... George. How I get to tend the rabbits.
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