The Outsiders Page #3

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.

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