The Outsiders Page #7

We'll still be the lucky ones at the top

with all the breaks.

Greasers will still be Greasers,

and Socs will still be Socs.

It doesn't matter.

Anyway, thanks, Greaser.

I meant, thanks, kid.

Been nice talking to you, Randy.

My name's Ponyboy.

You're real funny, Two-Bit. Let's go.

-Now, get the hell out of here.

-See you at the rumble.

What did "Mr. Super-Soc" have to say?

He ain't a Soc.

Just a guy that wanted to talk.

-Take care.

-See you later.

Take it easy.

How they treating you, kid?

You got your picture in the paper

for being a hero.

Look at that.

That's tough enough, huh?

I guess you can look at it later.

Do you want anything?

A book.

Can you get me another one?

He wants Gone With The Wind,

so I can read it to him.

Would you mind getting it?

I'll go get it from the gift shop downstairs.

I guess Dal's gonna be okay.

Me and Darry, we're getting along

real good now.

Are you okay?

It just hurts sometimes.

Not usually, because I can't feel anything

below the middle of my back.

Pretty bad off, ain't l?

No. You'll be all right, kid.

You gotta be.

We couldn't get along without you.

I won't be able to walk again.

Not even on crutches.

Doc says I busted my back.

You're gonna be fine.

I know you are.

You want to know something, Ponyboy?

I used to talk about killing myself

all the time. I don't want to die now.

It ain't long enough.

Sixteen years ain't gonna be long enough.

Hell, I wouldn't mind so much if there

wasn't so much stuff I ain't done yet...

...so many damn things I ain't seen yet.

That time we were up in Windrixville...

...was the only time I've ever been away

from our neighborhood.

Knock it off.

If you get too juiced up,

the doc won't let us see you anymore.

Your mother is here to see you.

-I don't want to see her.

-It's your mother, she's here to see you.

I said I don't want to see her.

She probably just wants to tell me

how much trouble I'm causing.

Why don't you tell her to--

What's the matter?

-You just can't see him now.

-Pony, is he okay?

-I don't know.

-He's all right.

-You make sure he gets this, all right?

-Okay.

-What's happened to your gown?

-I threw it away.

Get out! You make my stomach sick.

-How are you doing?

-How are you doing, man?

Here, I swiped you a gift.

It's good to see you guys.

This place gives me the creeps.

I want out.

Tim Shepard dropped by.

He saw my picture.

He couldn't believe it didn't have

"Wanted Dead or Alive" underneath it.

He told me about the rumble.

I hate missing it.

You got a cigarette?

How is he? How's Johnny doing, man?

I don't know about stuff like this...

...but he didn't look too good.

He passed out cold before we left.

Still got that knife?

That knife.

Give it to me, will you?

We gotta win that fight tonight.

We gotta get even with those Socs.

Let's do it for Johnny.

We'll do it for Johnny!

Are you okay?

You feel kind of hot.

I'm okay.

Be a pal and don't tell Darry, okay?

I'll take a bunch of aspirins

when I get home.

All right.

But Darry will kill me if he finds out

you're sick and you fight anyway.

Keep your trap shut and he won't find out.

Do you know that the only thing

that keeps Darry from being a Soc is us?

Yeah, I know.

Tonight. I don't like it one bit.

Something awful's gonna happen.

We're gonna stomp those Socs.

Everything's gonna be all right.

-Tough little kids, huh?

-Yeah. Future Greasers.

What's up with the big times?

No weapons.

They play your way. It's a fair deal.

You sure about that?

Randy told me. He knows for sure.

Good deal. Thanks, Cherry.

Ponyboy, wait a minute.

Come here, I want to talk to you.

How's Johnny doing?

Not so good.

Would you come and see him?

-No, I couldn't.

-Why not?

I couldn't.

He killed Bob.

Maybe Bob asked for it.

I know he did.

But you didn't know his other side.

He could be real sweet.

He wasn't just any boy.

Bob had something

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