"Rat race is a perfect name for it.We're always going and going and going, and never asking where. Did you ever hear of having more than you wanted? So that you couldn't want anything else and then started looking for something else to want? It seems like we're always searching for something to satisfy us, and never finding it. Maybe if we could lose our cool. we could."
"No!Stop it!We'll ride home with you. Just wait a minute."
Why?We ain't scared of them.
"Listen, greasers, we got four more of us in the back seat..
I don't know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You'd better get home. I think I'll stay all night out here.
Glory, what time is it
I reckon it never occurred to you that your brothers might be worrying their heads off and afraid to call the police because something like that could get you two thrown in a boys' home so quick it'd make your head spin. And you were asleep in the lot? Ponyboy, what on earth is the matter with you? Can't you use your head? You haven't even got a coat on
"I didn't mean to. I was talking to Johnny and we both dropped off..."
You keep your trap shut! I'm sick and tired of hearin' you stick up for him."
Pony, I didn't mean to
*STARE WITH DISMAY*
You don't yell at him!
Things gotta get better, I figured. They couldn't get worse. I was wrong.
Let's walk to the park and back. Then maybe I'll be cooled off enough to go home.