I know there ain't. You got it your hand. What you got in your hand?
What'd you take outta that pocket?
*Dead mouse inside pocket
I ain't got nothin', George. Honest
Ain't got nothing
I like beans and ketchup
Well, we ain't got no ketchup. Go get wood. An' don't you fool around.
God a’mighty, if I was alone I could live so easy. I could go geta job an’ work, an’ no trouble. No mess at all, and when the end of the monthcome I could take my fifty bucks and go into town and get whatever I want
Well, I could. I could go off in the hills there. Some place I’d find a cave.
No—look! I was jus’ foolin’, Lennie. ‘Cause I want you to stay with me.Trouble with mice is you always kill ‘em.
George,you want I should go away and leave you alone?
Where the hell could you go?
Sure I can, George. Hide in the brush till you come.
Hide in the brush
Lennie—if you jus’ happen to get in troublelike you always done before, I want you to come right here an’ hide in thebrush.”
Hide in the brush till I come for you. Can you remember that?