Dialect and Vernacular

All the time he coulda had such a good time if it wasn’t for you. He woulda took his pay an’ raised hell in a whore house, and he coulda set in a pool room an’ played snooker. But he got to take care of you.

Look acrost the river, Lennie, an’ I’ll tell you so you can almost see it.

"Tend rabbits," it said scornfully. "You crazy bastard. You ain’t fit to lick the boots of no rabbit. You’d forget ’em and let ’em go hungry. That’s what you’d do. An’ then what would George think?"

"If I was alone I could live so easy." His voice was monotonous, had no emphasis. "I could get a job an’ not have no mess."

You hadda, George. I swear you hadda.

"It don’t make no difference," George said, and he fell silent again.

"Never you mind," said Slim. "A guy got to sometimes."

An’ live on the fatta the lan’.

“Well, that glove’s fulla vaseline.” “Vaseline? What the hell for?” “Well, I tell ya what—Curley says he’s keepin’ that hand soft for his wife.”

Sure. Ya see the stable buck’s a nigger.