‘Well I think Curley’s married…a tart.
‘A girl was standing there looking in. She has full, rouged lips and wide-spaced eyes, heavily made up. Her fingernails were red. Her hair hung in little rolled clusters, like sausages…her voice had a nasal, brittle quality.’
‘Don’t you even take a look at that bitch. I don’t care what she says or what she does. I seen ’em poison before, but I never see no piece of jail bait worse than her. You leave her be.’
‘George said, “She’s gonna make a mess. They’s gonna be a bad mess about her.”
‘They left all the weak ones here…’
‘Sure I got a husband…Swell guy, ain’t he?’
‘I’m glad you bust Curley up…I’d like to bust him myself’
‘You bindle bums think you’re so damn good. Whatta ya think I am, a kid? I tell ya I could of went with shows.’
‘Well you keep your place then, ******. I could get you strung up on a tree so easy it ain’t even funny’
‘I get lonely,” she said. “You can talk to people, nut I can’t talk to nobody but Curley. Else he gets mad. How’d you like not to talk to anybody?”‘
‘I tell you, I ain’t used to living like this. I coulda made somethin’ of myself” She said darkly, “Maybe I will yet.”‘
‘…when I was a kid…Well a show came through, an’ I met one of the actors. He says I could go with that show. But my ol’ lady wouldn’t let me. She says because I was on’y fifteen…If I’d went, I wouldn’t be livin’ like this, you bet.”
‘She struggled violently under his hands. Her feet battered on the hay and she writhed to be free…her eyes were wild with terror…her body flopped like a fish. And then she was still for Lennie had broken her neck.
‘And the meanness and the plannings and the discontent and the ache for attention were all gone from her face. She was very pretty and very simple, and her face was sweet and young. Now her rouged cheeks and her reddened lips made her seem alive and sleeping very lightly. The curls, tiny little sausages, were spread on the hay behind her head, and her lips were parted.’