The Outsiders Page #4

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.

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