Jerry Wood: You guys are three of the bravest kids I've seen in a long time. What are you guys? Professional heroes or somethin'?
Ponyboy: We're Greasers.
Jerry Wood: Are-are you kiddin' me?
Two Bit: What are you thinking about me becoming your personal bodyguard huh Ponyboy?
Ponyboy: I don't think it's too hot of an idea.
Johnny: Man that was one tough car. Mustangs, they're tough.
Two Bit: Shoot, this house ain't dirty. You ought to see my house.
Ponyboy: I have and if you had the sense of a billy goat, you'd clean your house up 'stead of bummin' 'round ours.
Two Bit: Shoot, kid, if I did that, my mom would die of shock.
Steve: Where are Soda, and Super-dope, anyhow?
Darrel Curtis: Super-what?
Steve: All brawn, no brains.
Two Bit: Hey baby, you wanna see what's hangin'?
Boy In Car: Aw, shut up, Two-Bit, before I hang you.
Dallas: You think my old man gives a hang if im dead in a car wreck, or drunk, or in jail or somethin', he doesn't care, but that doesn't bother me none. You're not going anywhere.
Randy: You can't win. You know that, don't you? It doesn't matter if you whip us, you'll still be where you were before, at the bottom. And we'll still be the lucky ones at the top with all the breaks. It doesn't matter. Greasers will still be Greasers and Socs will still be Socs. It doesn't matter.
Steve: Hate to tell you this, buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. There's a law or something.
Ponyboy: I don't think I could ever tell Steve or Two-Bit or even Darry about the clouds and sunset. Just you and Sodapop. Maybe Cherry Valance.
Johnny: Guess we're different, huh?
Ponyboy: Shoot, yeah. Maybe they are.
Johnny: Maybe you're right.
Answer: Johnny is recalling the argument he heard his parents having; the voices were meant to sound angry but not to be understood. Its to help us understand his horrid home life.