"You get a kick outta that, don't you? Awright, I'll tell you, and then we'll eat our supper...."
"Come on George. Tell me Please George. Like you done before."
"Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake and then they go inta town and blow their stake."
"With us it ain't like that. We got a future. We got somebody to talk to that gives a damn about us. We don't have to sit in no bar room blowin' in our jack jus' because we got no place else to go. "
"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."
"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 on 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 on the milk like you can hardly cut it."
"Well," said George, "we'll have a big vegetable patch and rabbit hutch and chickens. And when it rains in the winter, we'll just say the hell with goin' to work, and we'll build up a fire in the stove and set around it an' listen to the rain comin' down on the roof - Nuts!"