"Gonna get a little place an' live on the fatta the lan'." - Lennie, "Say - what happened to Curley's han'?" - Curley's Wife, "You better get along and roll your hoop. We know what we got, and we don't care whether you know it or not." - Candy, "Tell ya what, Lennie. I been figuring about those rabbits." - Candy, "You keep your place then, Nigger. I could get you strung up so easy it ain't even funny." - Curley's Wife, "It wasn't nothing. You guys comin' in an' settin' made me forget. What she says is true." - Crooks, His lean face was lined with deep black wrinkles, and he had thin, pain-tightened lips. - Crooks, "You got no right to come in my room. This here's my room. Nobody got the right to come in here but me." - Crooks, "I seen your light. I thought I could just come in here and set." - Lennie, "They left all the weak ones here." - Curley's Wife, He possessed several pairs of shoes, a pair of boots and a single-barreled shotgun. he had books, too. - Crooks, "Nobody ever gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land." - Crooks, "Think I don't like to talk to somebody ever' once in a while? Think I like to stick in that house alla time?" - Curley's Wife, "S'pose George don't come back. What'll you do then?" - Crooks, "I thought I tol' you not to tell nobody about that." - George, He looked at Candy, and then at his lap. "He got his han' caught in a machine." - Lennie,

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