You’d drink out of a gutter if you was thirsty.

Hide in the brush till I come for you.

“I forgot,” Lennie said softly. “I tried not to forget. Honest to God I did, George.”

“Poor bastard,” he said softly, and then went on whistling again.

I wasn’t doin’ nothing bad with it, George. Jus’ strokin’ it.

Well, that was a lie. An’ I’m damn glad it was. If I was a relative of yours I’d shoot myself.

“He can do anything you tell him,” said George. “He’s a good skinner. He can rassel grain bags, drive a cultivator. He can do anything. Just give him a try.”

He’s my … cousin. I told his old lady I’d take care of him. He got kicked in the head by a horse when he was a kid.

I don’ like this place, George. This ain’t no good place. I wanna get outa here.

Well, that girl rabbits in an' tells the law she been raped. The guys in Weed start a party out to lynch Lennie.