“...people get hurt in rumbles, maybe killed. I'm sick of it because it doesn't do any good. You can't win...even if you whip us. You'll still be where you were before- at the bottom. And we'll still be the lucky ones with all the breaks. So it doesn't do any good, the fighting and the killing. It doesn't prove a thing.”

“If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky.”

“There isn't any real good reason for fighting except self-defense.”

“You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.”

“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.”

“But Dally, heaters kill people!Ya' kill 'em with switchblades to, don'tcha?”

“You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you...”