You seem like one of those guys that walk into bar and says, “I’ll never need to use you” as you slam the gun on the table. But after a couple drinks you would pull it out on the bartender for no reason.
Come on, Dally, lets call it a night. It’s dark now, and the socs are driving coming back from the drive in. If we run into them, we are going to get in a fight after Ponyboy and Johnny decided to talk to those socs girls. It’s night now, anything can happen.
And what about it?
Can you really compare me to those men?
Come on, you can get as hot as a lighter. When someone does a small thing to upset you, you get upset. And when you are in the mood to be upset, you will find something to suit yourself.
If there were two men like you, soon there’d be nothing left because the two of you would kill each other. You would fight a man if he had more grease or less grease in his hair than yours. You’ll fight with a man who’s protesting animal cruelty for leather just because you have a leather jacket. Only you would look for a fight like that. Your head is as full of fights as a car is full of parts, but your head has been beaten like scrap from so much fighting. You started a fight with a man who yelled in the street because he woke up a dog that was sleeping. Didn’t you argue it out with your car washer for driving your car before handing it to you? And with another for combing the grease in his hair he got with an old comb? But you’re the one who wants to teach me about restraining myself!
Oh great, the socs.
If I would be in the mood of fighting the way you are, my insurance would be through the roof.
(Bob, Randy and the socs enter)
Insurance? That’s stupid.
I don’t care.
I’d like to speak with one of you.
You’ll find me ready to do that, if you give me a reason.
Can’t you find a reason without me giving one?
You just want to talk? Put it with something and make it a word and a blow.
Dally, do you hang out with Ponyboy?
Hang out? Who do you think we are, busboys in a restaurant? If we look like busboys to you, you can expect to see something clean. This is my burner. I’ll use it to make you dance. Dang it Hang out!
We’re talking publicly. We should go somewhere private, or talk it over rationally, or just walk away. Outside everybody can see us.
Eyes were made to watch, so let them. I wouldn’t fight to for anyone’s amusement.