Okay Greasers,you've Had It.

California Is Like A Beautiful Wild Kid On Heroin, High As A Kite And Thinking She's On Top Of The World, Not Knowing She's Dying, Not Believing It Even If You Show Her The Marks.

He Sure Put Things Into Words Good.

Stay Gold, Ponyboy, Stay Gold.

I've Been Thinking About It, And That Poem, That Guy That Wrote It, He Meant You're Gold When You're A Kid, Like Green. When You're A Kid Everything's New, Dawn. It's Just When You Get Used To Everything That It's Day. Like The Way You Dig Sunsets, Pony. That's Gold. Keep That Way, It's A Good Way To Be.

You Know The Rules. No Jazz Before A Rumble.