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.
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.