Dallas: I don't like little kids. I just, I just don't like them.
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.
Cherry: Can't you leave us alone? be nice and leave US alone.
Dallas: I'm never nice. Can I interest you in a Coca-Cola or a 7-Up?
Cherry: GET lost, hood.
Ponyboy: I'm freezing, man.
Dallas: Why didn't you bring a coat, stupid?
Ponyboy: I forgot.
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.