an take my fifty bucks "Jesus Christ, Lennie! You can't remember nothing that happens, but you remember ever' word I say.,, "Well, ain't you gonna say it?" George shook himself. He said woodenly, "If I was alone I could live so easy." His voice was mo-notonous, had no emphasis. "I could get a job an' not have no mess." He stopped "Go on," said Lennie. "An' when the enda the month come~" "An' when the end of the month come I could take my fifty bucks an'gotoa....cat house... ." He stopped again. Lennie looked eagerly at him. "Go on, George. Ain't you gonna give me no more hell?" "No," said George. "Well, I can go away," said Lennie. "I'll go right off in the hills an' find a cave if you don' want me." George shook himself again. "No," he said. "I want you to stay with me here." Lennie said craftily- "Tell me like you done before." "Tell you what?" Bout the other guys an' about us." George said, "Guys like us got no fambly. They make a little stake an' then they blow it in. They ain't got nobody in the worl' that gives a hoot in hell about 'em-" "But not us," Lennie cried happily. "Tell about us now."