George looked up from shoeing the horse to see the outline of Curley's wife in the doorway of the barn. They were alone. Curley’s wife slowly strutted towards George; with a curious look in her eye she murmured quietly, "Busy as a cat on a hot tin roof eh?"
"Sure am," said George abruptly. "And you’re hotter than a two dollar whore aren’t ya?"
Curley’s wife shifted on her feet, "Ya better watch that running mouth of yours, Curley won’t have any of that."
"What’s Curley gonna do? “He can't do anything when the rubber hits the road!"
Astonished, Curley’s wife’s face turned white as a sheet.
"I beg your pardon?" she yelled. "Better be careful or I'll punch your ticket."
All of a sudden Curley’s wife whacks the back of George's head with a stake. Instant panic struck her face as he hits the ground.
"Oh dear oh no!" she screamed nervously. She then picked up her skirt and hit the ground running!
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