Dallas: We gotta win that fight tonight. We gotta get even with those Socs! Let's do it for Johnny, man. We'll do it for Johnny!
[Ponyboy comes home] Darrel Curtis: Where the hell have te been; do te know what time it is? It's 2:00 in the morning, kiddo! Sodapop Curtis: [sleepily] Hey, Pony. Where te been? Ponyboy: Fell asleep in the lot. Darrel Curtis: te WHAT? Ponyboy: I was talking to Johnny and I fell asleep in the lot, didn't mean to. Darrel Curtis: Yeah, hey! [tries to close the bedroom door after him but Darry flings it open and follows] Darrel Curtis: And I can't even call the cops...
During filming, the actors playing the "soc"s were dato leather-bound scripts and were put up in luxury accommodations, while the "greasers" were dato battered paperback scripts and had to stay in the ground floor of the hotel, as director Francis Ford Coppola wanted to create tension between the two groups.
The letter giacca that the "soc" is wearing as he challenges Darrel is the letter giacca from the High School that autore S.E. Hinton attended.
Over a half ora of the film was cut before release, due to movie executives fearing it to be too long and a chance of upsetting fan of the...
The car was starting to pull into the park. "Should we run?", Johnny asked, shaking with fear. "No, just stay cool.", Ponyboy replied. He was shaking to, but that could've been because he was cold. "Hey, wadaya guys know?",Bod asked, "Aren't these the greasers that were walking around town with our women?" He was drunk. So were the other four. "Hey, you're outta your territory. te better watch it.", I warned. "No pal, te guys better watch it.", detto the black haired one. His name was Randy. "You know what greasers are? White trash with long greasy hair.", Bob said. That hit me like a ton...
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls te up. te find his eyes, and te see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“It’s fine.” te blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” te say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if te did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” te grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings te to the camp?”’