The Outsiders Page #2

Well, now, who do we got here?

Your great-grandmothers?

What are you ladies doing

with these Greasers?

Dal was bothering them.

He was, huh?

Where is old Dal now anyway?

Yeah, where is Dally?

He left.

I know he slashed my tires!

Look, Tim, he left.

You guys seen Dally?

No.

I'll be looking for him.

-Dally got a blade?

-I don't think so.

Good. Tim will fight him fair.

-You guys don't play rough, do you?

-A fair fight ain't rough.

Yeah, real simple.

If he gets killed, you just bury him.

No sweat.

You dig okay. Want a chew?

Help yourself,

puts hair on your chest.

Come with me to get some Cokes

and popcorn.

Sure.

-Do you want some?

-I do.

Yeah, me, too. Get Johnny some, too.

I'm buying.

Is your friend with the sideburns okay?

He ain't as dangerous,

if that's what you mean.

He sure scared Johnny.

Johnny's a nervous wreck anyway.

He got beat up a few months ago

by some Soc.

That's how he got his scar?

Yeah, the guy was wearing rings.

We're not all like that.

That's like saying all Greasers

are like Dallas Winston.

-Yeah. What are you gonna do?

-Let's take it outside.

Why don't you both take it outside?

He's probably jumped a few people.

Anyway, you think the Socs have it made.

The rich kids. The Southside Soc.

I'll tell you something

that might be a surprise...

...but things are rough all over.

Let's get out of here, or Two-Bit

will think we eloped to Mexico.

So, you're from the Southside, huh?

-It must be a nice neighborhood.

-It is.

I like it.

I'm from the other side of town.

Tell me about your oldest brother.

You never talk about him.

What's to tell?

He's big and roofs houses.

No, really. What's he like?

I feel like I already know Sodapop.

Tell me about Darry.

Is he wild and reckless like Soda...

...or dreamy like you?

He ain't like Soda and he

sure ain't like me.

He can't stand me.

I bet he'd like to put me in a boy's

home, except Soda won't let him.

-What are you talking about?

-You all get along fine.

No, we don't.

Shut up 'cause you ain't wanted

at home neither.

You shut your mouth!

-I'm sorry, I just got a little mad.

-That's all right. Don't worry about it.

Oh, no, look who's coming!

What are we gonna do?

Who are these clowns?

Cherry, what's going on?

What are you doing?

Just because we got a little drunk--

You call reeling and passing out

on the streets "a little"?

I've told you before, I'm never going

out with you when you're drinking!

That's no reason to be with these bums.

Who're you calling bums, pal?

You!

We got two more of us in the back seat.

Pity the back seat!

-You're looking for a fight!

-I am looking for a fight!

We'll go with you.

-Why? We ain't scared of these bastards.

-I hate fights.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't use this.

I could never cut no one.

Cherry! Come on.

We'd better go with them.

If I see you in school and I don't say hi,

please don't take it personal.

Yeah, I know.

You're a nice boy....

It's okay.

I hope I never see Dallas Winston again.

If I do, I'll probably fall in love with him.

-Come on, baby.

-Don't touch me.

Just watch it, greaseball.

Those are two of the best-looking girls

I've ever seen.

-What was that?

-Marcia's number.

Probably fake, too.

I must have been crazy to ask her.

Girl like that would never go out with me.

Where you going?

Home.

I've got a new hat.

You're crazy!

You never would have used

that busted bottle I gave you.

I might have. Where you headed?

I don't know. Maybe I'll go play snooker

or get drunk.

-I'll see you later!

-Okay.

I hate when my folks are fighting.

Let's go to the lot.

It was because we're Greasers.

Might have hurt her reputation

or something. Don't worry about it.

I guess so.

That was a tough car.

Mustangs, they're tough.

Big-time Socs all right.

It's always the same.

I can't take much more of this.

I'll kill myself or something.

Don't talk like that, Johnny.

You can't kill yourself.

I've got to do something.

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