You Know The Rules. No Jazz Before

It Seemed Funny That The Sunset She Saw From Her Patio And The One I Saw From The Back Steps Was The Same One. Maybe The Two Worlds We Lived In Weren’t So Different. We Saw The Same Sunset.

You Know The Rules. No Jazz Before A Rumble.

We Couldn't Get Along Without Him. We Needed Johnny As Much As He Needed The Gang. And For The Same Reason.

Sometimes, I Feel Like I Spent The First Part Of My Life Wishing To Be A Teen-age Boy, And The Second Part Condemned To Being One.

I Had It Then. Soda Fought For Fun, Steve For Hatred, Darry For Pride, And Two-bit For Conformity. Why Do I Fight? I Thought, And Couldn't Think Of Any Real Good Reason. There Isn't Any Real Good Reason For Fighting Except Self-defense.