Chapter 1
I'm not sure how you spell it, but [Socs] is the abbreviation for Socials, the West-side rich kids. It's like the term greaser that's used to class all us boys on the East Side. (1.4)
Chapter 2
You take up for your buddies no matter what they do. When you're in a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't […] it isn't aging any more. It's a snarling, distrustful, bickering pac...
Chapter 3
When you're thirteen in our neighborhood you know the score. I kept saving for a year, thinking that someday I could buy Mickey Mouse back for Soda. You're not so smart at ten. (3.14)
Chapter 4
"I had to. They were drowning you Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade… They were gonna beat me up." (4.28)
Chapter 5
I half convinced myself that I had dreamed everything that had happened the night before. I'm really home in bed, I thought. (5.1)
Chapter 6
I hadn't realized Johnny was right behind me all the way. (6.45)
Chapter 8
"Do you think that your spying for us makes up for the fact that you're sitting there in a Corvette while my brother drops out of high school to get a job? Don't you ever try to give us handouts an...
Chapter 9
"Greaser… greaser… greaser… […] Oh victim of environment, underprivileged, rotten no-count hood." (9.40)
Chapter 12
It was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. There should be some help, someone should tell them before it was too late. (12.65)