"Hey grease, we're gonna do you a favor, greaser. We're gonna cut all of that long greasy hair off."
"I'll bet you think the Socs have it made.The rich kids, the West-side Socs. I'll tell you something, Ponyboy, and it may come as asurprise. We have troubles you've never even heard of. You want to know something? Things are rough all over."
"I believe you. We'd better get back out there with the popcorn or Two-Bit'll think I ran off with his money."
Nobody in my family has ever hit me. Nobody.
"Ponyboy... I didn't mean to!"
I can't hold my breathe any longer. They've gone to far.
They'll kill Ponyboy.
"Oh shoot, it's just hair. It'll grow back."
My hair's my pride, its long and silky, and it labels me a greaser!
''That good-lookin' broad I tried to pick up that night you killed the Soc. Theredhead, Cherry what's-her-name."
"The Socsand us are having all-out warfare all over the city."