In this monologue George is talking to his best friend Lennie, a
Guys like us that work on ranches is the loneliest guys in the world. They ain’t got no family. They don’t belong no place. They come to a ranch and work up a stake and then they go in to town and blow their stake. And then the first thing you know they’re poundin’ their tail on some other ranch. They ain’t got nothin’ to look ahead to. (Still almost chanting)
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 barroom, blowin in our jack, just because we got no place else to go. If them other guys get in jail, they can rot for all anybody gives a damn.
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