The Outsiders: Marcia Track

Cherry: Go home! Both of you!

Dry out!

Ponyboy: You know he hates to do things legal.

Dallas: Move it Ponyboy.

Ponyboy: Sure, Dallas.

You really made them mad.

Cherry: You object?

Bob and Randy are disgusting. I don’t want to sit with them either.

Cherry: They need a lesson. We came to see a movie. We’ll see a movie.

“Bikinis on Muscle Beach.”

Cherry: Must be something by J.D. Salinger.

Really?

Dallas: I guess it’s real. Wanta check if I’m real?

Ponyboy: Dallas—

Watch the picture.

Cherry: Take your feet off my seat and shut up!

Dallas: Who’s gonna make me?

That’s the greaser that jockeys for the Slash J sometimes.

Ponyboy: I know. You’re a cheerleader. We go to the same school.

You don’t look old enough for high school?

Johnny: It’s not every day I hear a good looking Soc say something like that.

How come we don’t see him in school?

Ponyboy: One time a guy told Dallas to move over at a candy counter and Dallas belted him so hard it knocked a tooth loose. You gotta lot of guts, Johnny.

Johnny: Will you cool it Ponyboy?

Y’all sit up here with us. You can protect us.

Ponyboy: Might as well.

How old are y’all?

Ponyboy: Fourteen.

Johnny: Sixteen.

That’s funny. I thought you were both— (14)

Johnny: Dallas’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.

Ponyboy: He’d leave you alone if he knew you.

Well(,) I’m glad he doesn’t know us.

Ponyboy: Weren’t you yellin’ at someone a while ago?

Our dates. They brought along some booze.

Cherry: I don’t want to sit in a drive-in and watch someone get drunk.

You really made ‘em mad.

Two-Bit: Sorry, kid. I forgot. Who’s this, your great aunts?

Great grandmothers(,) twice removed.

Two-Bit: A sharp one. How could you two be picked up by a couple of greasy hoods like Pony and Johnny.

We really picked them up.

Two-Bit: Tim’s okay. A fair fight isn’t rough. Blades are rough. So are chains and heaters and pool sticks. Skin fighting ain’t rough. Dallas got caught. He pays up. No sweat.

Cherry: Yeah, boy. Real simple.

If he gets killed or something, you just bury him. No sweat.

Two-Bit: I don’t think I have your numbers.

What numbers?

Two-Bit: Street address and telephone. The girl said you should watch the movie. So watch the movie.

Maybe I have a piece of paper somewhere—

Two-Bit: You eat all the popcorn?

Cherry: It was delicious.

How’ll we get home? Maybe I should call my folks.

Two-Bit: I’ll walk you.

It’s twenty miles.

Ponyboy: It’s a wreck, but Two-Bit’ll get you home.

Cherry: Thanks, Two-Bit. Let’s start walking.

Aren’t we adventurous—

Cherry: If you’d rather call your parents—

Nah.

Cherry: We’ll walk together.

Two-Bit: I’m sure there’s enough gas.

Cherry, look what’s coming.

Two-Bit: Man, that’s a tuff car! Mustangs are tuff!

What are we going to do?

Ponyboy: Wish it was the other way around.

Two-Bit: You mean— Whata ya mean?

That was close.

Johnny: It’s—

Cherry: What?

Johnny: Blue.

What is—

Johnny: It’s the truth. I ain’t wanted. And I don’t care.

Two-Bit: Shut up talkin’ like that. We couldn’t get along without you.

Maybe I should call for a ride.

Ponyboy: And this is the Soc with the blue Mustang— And all the rings on his hand—

Bob: Maybe you’d like a close look—

Cherry: It was you.

Cool off, guys.

Cherry: You touch that kid, I’ll call the police.

Randy: Hold it a minute.

Bob: You’ll what?

Back off, guys.

Cherry: We couldn’t even let our parents see us with you.

Ponyboy: It’s okay. Just don’t forget, some of us watch sunsets, too.

Let’s not push the one minute warning.

Ponyboy. It’s a little early. I don’t know about visiting hours.

Two-Bit: I can’t wait for visiting hours.

Ponyboy—

Two-Bit: Look who’s

Hello, Two-Bit.

Two-Bit: I know. You want a lift home in my car.

No thanks. I’m with someone. He wants to talk to Pony.

Ponyboy: Who is it?

Randy Anderson.

Ponyboy: Why should I talk to Randy? He’s a Soc. It’s their fault Bob’s dead. It’s their fault Johnny’s in the hospital. It’s their fault Soda and I might get put in a boys’ home.

I know that. Randy knows that.

Up to you. I have to go.

Two-Bit: Can I give you a lift?

Maybe sometime.