The Outsiders Page #2

Leave her alone.

What did you say?

Come on, you heard me. Leave her alone.

-What did you say, you little sh*t?

-Come on.

Wise ass.

Thank you, he had me scared to death.

You didn't show it.

Nobody talks to Dal like that.

From what I saw, you do.

Why don't you sit with us to protect us?

-What do you think? Come on.

-Might as well.

How old are you?

-Fourteen.

-Sixteen.

I thought you were both fourteen.

Why aren't you scared of us

like you were of Dally?

You two are too sweet-looking.

Besides, I know about Dallas Winston.

You two don't look mean.

Right. We're young and innocent.

No, you're just not dirty.

Dal is okay. He's tough and all,

but he's cool if you get to know him.

He'd leave you alone

if he knew who you were.

-I'm glad he doesn't know us.

-I kind of admire him.

-Get outta my hair!

-You gotta couple of hairs outta place!

Here, kid, have a beer.

It'll settle your nerves.

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.

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