Chapter 7 comic strip(The Outsiders)
Storyboard Tekst
- You know the rules. No jazz before the rumble.
- We know. Come here. I want to talk to you.
- I'd help if I could. No you hate the whole world. You would have saved those kids if you had been there. You'd do the same as me.
- I don't know. Maybe I felt like playing hero.
- My name's Ponyboy. Nice talkin' to you. Randy.
- You might not have. You might have done the same thing.
- Yeah.
- He kept trying to make someone say 'NO' and they never did. That was all he wanted. If his old man just belted him- just once, he might still be alive. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I couldn't tell anyone else. You can't win, you know that, don't you? You can't win even if you whip us. So it doesn't do any good, fighting and killing. Greasers will be Greasers and Socs will be Socs. I think I'm going to leave town in my old little Mustang and all the dough I can carry. No, you wouldn't I'm a Soc. You get a little money and the whole world hates you.
- I'm not going to show at the rumble tonight. I'm sick of all this. Bob was a good guy. He was the best buddy a guy ever had. I mean, he was a good fighter and tuff and everything, but he was a real person. You dig?
- I wouldn't have. I would let those kids burn to death.
- I read about you in the paper. How come?
- Thanks grease. I didn't mean that. I meant, thanks, kid.
- You want to see a movie before we go see Johnny and Dallas?
- I still have a headache, but it feels better. Socs were just guys after all. Things were rough all over, but it's better that way. That way you can tell if the other guy was human too.
- He ain't a Soc. He's just a guy. He just wanted to talk.
- Nope.
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