Dallas:
We gotta win that fight. I'm gonna get EVEN with those little Socias! Let's do it for Johnny, man. We're gonna do for Johnny!

Darrel Curtis:
Where the hell have you been, do you know what time it is? It's 2:00 in the morning, Kiddo!

Sodapop Curtis:
Hey, pony. Where you been?

Ponyboy:
Fell asleep in the lot.

Darrel Curtis:
You What?

Ponyboy:
I was talking to Johnny and I fell asleep in the lot, didn't mean to.

Darrel Curtis:
Yeah, hey! And I can't even call the cops because you two would be put in a boys' home so fast it can make your heads spin.

Sodapop Curtis:
Come on, pony. Let's go to bed now.

Ponyboy:
Look, I said I didn't mean to!

Darrel Curtis:
"I didn't mean to", "I forgot", That's all I ever hear from you!

Sodapop Curtis:
Come on, Darry...

Darrel Curtis:
YOU SHUT UP! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU STICKING UP FOR HIM! YOU HEAR ME?

Ponyboy:
Don't you yell at him!

Darrel Curtis:
YOU SHUT UP TOO!

Darrel Curtis:
Ponyboy, I didn't mean to.

Randy:
You can't win. You know that, don't you? It doesn't matter if you whip us, you'll still be where you were before, at the bottom. And we'll still be the lucky ones at the top with all the breaks. It doesn't matter. Greasers will still be greasers and socs will still be socs. It doesn't matter.

Cherry:
I hope I never see Dallas Winston again. If I do I'd... probably fall in love with him.

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, if I did that, my mom would die of shock.

Ponyboy:
Nature's first green is gold / her hardest hue to hold / her early leaves a flower / but only so an hour / then leaf sudsides to leaf / so Eden sank to grief / so dawn goes down to day / nothing gold can stay.

Johnny:
Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.

Johnny:
Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.

Two Bit:
Look at the blonde-headed monkey!

Ponyboy:
Is the guy coming?

Johnny:
No.

Ponyboy:
Why? Too scared?

Johnny:
No, too fat.

Steve:
Hate to tell you this buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. There's a law or something.

Dallas:
You think my old man gives a hang if I'm dead in a car wreck or drunk or in jail or something, he doesn't care but that doesn't bother me. You're not going anywhere.

Ponyboy:
The police talking about putting me and Soda in a boys home: No way! They ain't putting me in no boys' home.

Steve:
Don't worry, Ponyboy they don't do that to heroes. Hey, where is soda and super-dope, anyhow?

Greaser in Concession Stand:
Let's take it outside!

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!

Johnny:
Leave her alone, Dal.

Dallas:
What'd you say?

Johnny:
Come on, you heard me. Leave her alone.

Dallas:
What'd you say, you little shit? What'd you say to me? You wise ass.

Ponyboy:
I'm frezzing, man.

Dallas:
Why didn't you bring a coat, stupid?

Ponyboy:
I forgot.

Dallas:
Man, I thought New York was the only place to end up in a murder rap, Jesus Christ!

Two Bit:
Hey, baby. You wanna see what's hanging?

Dallas:
WHY DO YOU BOTHER HELPING PEOPLE, HUH? It doesen't do any good.

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?

Johnny:
It's like the mist is what's pretty, ya know? All gold and silver.

Ponyboy:
Hmm

Johnny:
Too bad it can't stay like that all the time.

Ponyboy:
Nothing gold can stay.

Dallas:
You're never gonna get me alive!

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. I wish there was so much stuff I never seen. So many damn things I ain't seen enough. That time we were at Windrixville was the only time I've ever been away from my neighborhood.

Darrel Curtis:
Super what?

Steve:
All brawn, no brains.

Johnny:
What's going on?

Ponyboy:
Wonder how that started.

Johnny:
Jesus Christ!

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!

Ponyboy:
I don't think I could ever tell Steve or Two-Bit about the sun or the clouds. Just you and Sodapop. Maybe Cherry Valance.

Johnny:
Guess we're different, huh?

Ponyboy:
Maybe they are.

Johnny:
Maybe you're right.

Bob Shelton:
You guys know what greasers are? White trash with long, greasy hair.

Ponyboy:
You know what a soc is?

Bob Shelton:
What?

Ponyboy:
White trash with mustangs and madras.

Steve:
Beer for breakfast there, Two-Bit?

Dallas:
I don't like little kids. I just, I just don't like them.

Darrel Curtis:
You smoke more than a pack today and I'll skin you. Understood?

Ponyboy:
Yeah. You carry more than one bundle of roofing today and me an' Soda'll skin you. Understood?

Ponyboy:
Well, you're smoking.