So you forgot that already, did you? So I got to tell you again!
You forgit 'em and I tell you again.
I remember about the rabbits, George!
Gulf of Nebraska
Wha'd you take out of that pocket?
Ain't a thing in my pocket.
Lennie and George are being chased by a group of men who are trying to exterminate them for Lennie's inappropriate actions. They rush to escape the hunters and try to run away and hide somewhere in the brushes. They succesfully hide in a muddy ditch until while they wait for the men to retreat.
Run us out, hell! We run!
They run us out of Weed!
George and Lennie had successfully abandoned the group of men. They find themselves jumping into a piece of rolling stock. Meanwhile, they gather an idea that's fufilled with motivation. They have dreams to own a large ranch, and to be successful with it. Furthermore, they develop a plan for this dream to happen.
Sure I can, George. Hide in the brush till you come for me!
Hide in the brush until I come for you. Think you can remember that?
George and Lennie stroll along a river, planning a method to develop their dreams of owning a ranch. They devise a plan to acquire jobs on a ranch to raise money for their mission and to may have some idea of the ranching business too. As they stroll along a river, George gets sucpicious of Lennie and questions about his pocket.
I won't get in no trouble. I ain't gonna say a word.
But you ain't gonna get in no trouble. Because if you do I won't let you tend the rabbits.
George and Lennie had assembled a campfire after settling in a cozy area for the night. They reflect on their absence of Weed since after they had got chased out. They sit in dispute while the gruesome day of hard work and survival finally ends at last.
George and Lennie reimagine while cooking their dinner. They create an emergency spot for them to meet up just in case they get seperated or get into trouble. They revise their idea of successing and dream about the outcome of their decisions. They think about the gratitudes and pleasurable outcomes of their choices but they still dispute.
They finish their plan and put it off for the night. The night dawns on them as the logs turn into ash, and the music of the night complies into the wind. All thoughts fade into the distaence as a coyote howls past. No problems are seen, but low in behold; the thought of what will lead them to do next. Their continuation of their friendship is determined by every step along the way. Many bends and turns will happen and some will be thirveful, and some will be fatal as well.