Steve: Beer for breakfast there, Two-Bit?
Cherry: How old are ya'll anyway?
Marcia: By the looks of it I thought you were both four.
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.
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.
Dallas: Man, I thought New York was the only place to end up in a murder rap, Jesus Christ.
Johnny: Leave her alone, Dal.
Dallas: What'd you say?
Johnny: Come on, you heard me. Leave her alone.
Dallas: What'd you say, you little shit? What'd you say to me? Wiseass.
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.
Dallas: You think my old man gives a hang if I'm dead in a car wreck or drunk or in jail or something, he doesn't care but that doesn't bother me. You're not going anywhere.
Steve: What do you think, man? You think it makes me look tough?
Sodapop Curtis: I think it makes you look different.
Steve: What'd you mean, "different"?
Sodapop Curtis: Well, you got a hole in your mouth.
Cherry: GET lost, hood.
Dallas: God, I didn't know you had this problem with, with yelling in my face.
Dallas: Don't you know a rumble ain't a rumble without me?
Two Bit: You know the only thing that keeps Darry from being a Soc is us.
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.
Ponyboy: It was your bright idea, smarty.
Dallas: Johnny, you don't know what a few months in jail can do to you, man. You get mean in jail, I just don't wanna see that happen to you like it happened to me, man. Understand?
Ponyboy: Soda, Soda, are you in love with Sandy?
Sodapop Curtis: Mhmm.
Ponyboy: What's it like?
Sodapop Curtis: Most of the time... it's real nice.
Dallas: Are you a real redhead? Are you real? How can I find out if this is your real red hair? If this is the same red hair you have on your, uh, your, your, these eyebrows.
Dallas: I'm sorry. I didn't know you had this problem with yelling in my face.