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- Two-Bit yawned as we sat down on the curb at the vacant lot. He took a piece of paper out of his pocket and tore it up.
- Well, those were two good-lookin' girls if I ever saw any.
- What was that?
- So he had been drinking. Two-Bit was smart. He knew the score.
- Marcia's number. Probably a phony one, too. I must have been outa my mind to ask for it. I think I'm a little soused.
- Y'all goin' home?
- Not right now.
- I said. I wanted to have another smoke and to watch the stars. I had to be in by twelve, but I thought I had plenty of time. Two-Bit said, getting to his feet.
- I don't know why I handed you that busted bottle
- You'd never use it.
- "Maybe I would have, Where you headed?
- Gonna go play a little snooker and hunt up a poker game. Maybe get rip-roarin' drunk. I dunno. See y'all tomorrow.
- Johnny and I stretched out on our backs and looked at the stars. I was freezing---it was a cold night and all I had was that sweat shirt, but I could watch stars in sub-zero weather. I saw Johnny's cigarette glowing in the dark and wondered vaguely what it was like inside a burning ember...
- It was because we're greasers, We could have hurt her reputation.
- Johnny said, and I knew he was talking about
- I reckon
- I said, wondering if I ought to tell Johnny what she had said about Dallas
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