Colloquial Speech (Of Mice and Men)
COLLOQUIAL SPEECH
Bloody hell! S’pose nex’ time if those two pants rabbits weren’t so goddamn late, it would save ever’body a hell lotta trouble. The boss was sure scrappy and I ain’t gon’ deal with ‘im no more! When the boss starts to question ‘hem, the poor fella was scared silent and ain’t gon’ say nothing, but his big flapper friend jus’ couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Them two new ranchers betta not come late again, or they will sure get canned!
Addin’ to that, those two brang us a hell of a lot more work and I ain’t got no poop fo’ any more trouble. The big flapper was sure as hell right when he said he ain’t bright at all ‘cause when that bastard Curley slams his hatred at the big guy, the big guy goes dead silent, so now Curley’s hell of a lot more pissed. That big fella could beat Curley with no trouble but ‘em two betta not pick no trouble with Curley, or he’ll give ‘em a rough time.
Ol’ man Candy went to show ‘em their beds, an’ what kinda beds did them two thin’ they were going to have anyways? You work at a ranch not a goddamn palace, ‘em two betta stop fussin’ ‘bout and start to fit in instead, otherwise they ain’t gonna get no respect from the others. The short fella told off that poor ol’ thing for being such a nosy son-of-a-bitch and scared ol’ Candy to silence.
The rattrap came strollin’ in an’ started to flirt with them two fellas. If Curley saw ‘is girl talkin’ to them, he’ll sure raise hell again and get them canned. She sure is a tramp, givin’ the dirty eye to the short fella. The son-of-a-bitch even called the tart purty! I don’t give a damn about those two pants rabbits, but they better not mess with the rattrap or they will get socked straight away!
Bloody hell! S’pose nex’ time if those two pants rabbits weren’t so goddamn late, it would save ever’body a hell lotta trouble. The boss was sure scrappy and I ain’t gon’ deal with ‘im no more! When the boss starts to question ‘hem, the poor fella was scared silent and ain’t gon’ say nothing, but his big flapper friend jus’ couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Them two new ranchers betta not come late again, or they will sure get canned!
Addin’ to that, those two brang us a hell of a lot more work and I ain’t got no poop fo’ any more trouble. The big flapper was sure as hell right when he said he ain’t bright at all ‘cause when that bastard Curley slams his hatred at the big guy, the big guy goes dead silent, so now Curley’s hell of a lot more pissed. That big fella could beat Curley with no trouble but ‘em two betta not pick no trouble with Curley, or he’ll give ‘em a rough time.
Ol’ man Candy went to show ‘em their beds, an’ what kinda beds did them two thin’ they were going to have anyways? You work at a ranch not a goddamn palace, ‘em two betta stop fussin’ ‘bout and start to fit in instead, otherwise they ain’t gonna get no respect from the others. The short fella told off that poor ol’ thing for being such a nosy son-of-a-bitch and scared ol’ Candy to silence.
The rattrap came strollin’ in an’ started to flirt with them two fellas. If Curley saw ‘is girl talkin’ to them, he’ll sure raise hell again and get them canned. She sure is a tramp, givin’ the dirty eye to the short fella. The son-of-a-bitch even called the tart purty! I don’t give a damn about those two pants rabbits, but they better not mess with the rattrap or they will get socked straight away!