“Okay greasers, you've had it.”

“Greasers will still be greasers and Socs will still be Socs. Sometimes I think it's the ones in the middle that are really the lucky stiffs.”

“I am a greaser," Sodapop chanted. "I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun!" "Greaser...greaser...greaser..."Steve singsonged. "O, victim of enviornment, underprivelaged, rotton no-count hood!"Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!" Darry shouted.Get thee hence, white trash," Two-Bit said in asnobbish voice. "I am a Soc. I am the privelaged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties."And what do you do for fun?" I inquired in a serious, awed voice.I jump greasers!" Two-Bit screamed, and did a cartwheel.”

“Lo de greaser no tiene nada que ver con eso. Mi colega, el de allí, quizá no lo hubiera hecho. Quizá tú sí. Y quizá un amigo tuyo no. Es algo individual.”

“I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man do I have fun!”

“It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too.”

“I used to be sure of things. Me, once i had all the answers. I wish i was a kid again, when i had all the answers”