Steve: Beer for breakfast there, Two-Bit?
Ponyboy: Nature's first green is gold, / Her hardest hue to hold. / Her early leaf's a flower, / But only so an hour. / Then leaf subsides to leaf, / So Eden sank to grief. / So dawn goes down to day, / Nothing gold can stay.
Johnny: Where did you learn that? That's what I meant.
Ponyboy: Robert Frost wrote it. I always remembered it because I never quite knew what he meant.
Cherry: How old are ya'll anyway?
Marcia: By the looks of it I thought you were both four.
Johnny: I used to talk about killing myself all the time, man. But I don't wanna die now. It ain't long enough. Sixteen years ain't gonna be long enough. Hell, I wouldn't care so much if there hadn't been so many things I haven't done yet. So many damn things I ain't seen or done. That time when we were in Windrixville was the only time I've ever been away from my neighborhood.
Darrel Curtis: Pony, what's wrong?
Ponyboy: Johnny's dead. Told him about beating the Socs, I don't know. He just died. Told me to stay gold. Dally's gone. He couldn't take it, he's going to blow.
Steve: Where are Soda, and Super-dope, anyhow?
Darrel Curtis: Super-what?
Steve: All brawn, no brains.