#robert sheldon

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Dally: Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.

Dally, a raging insomniac: When I find out who you are, I’m going to kick your ass.

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Darry: Yesterday, Ponyboy told me that when he was a kid and had nightmares of being chased by monsters, he would end the dream by finding me because I would protect him by fighting off the monsters or carrying him away. The funny thing is that when I was a kid, I remember constantly having nightmares where I had to save him from monsters.

Darry: ... I'm torn between thinking it's sweet and being annoyed that he somehow mastered the ability to psychically transfer his nightmares to me as a child

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Ponyboy: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Johnny: You and me?

Ponyboy: *tearing up* Ok.

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Two-Bit: You know what I’ve realized?

Steve: That some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Two-Bit: Nice try, anyways-

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Darry: You're smiling, what happened?

Ponyboy: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Soda: Steve tripped and fell down the stairs today.

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Steve: You played me!

Soda, cheating at poker: Like the cheap kazoo you are!

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Ponyboy: Can I have some water?

Byron: *starts chugging his water bottle*

Byron: *chokes from drinking too fast*

Byron: *spills water all over himself*

Byron, coughing: I don't have any water.

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Random person at the church: How many children do you have?

Mrs. Curtis: Biologically or emotionally? Because there's a big difference.

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Curly: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Tim.

Ponyboy: Did he get the stuff?

Curly: Yeah, he says he got us the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Ponyboy: Whoa! Where’d he find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Curly: You wanted fake blood?

Ponyboy: ...

Curly: I’ll go call Tim

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Soda: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?

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Johnny: Dally and I were crossing the street, and this soc drove by and honked at us

Darry, sighing: What did he do?

Johnny: he chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Dally, grinning: Who wants a steering wheel?

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Bob: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

Bob: *gets stabbed a minute later* Fuck.

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Curly: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS PUNK!

Angela: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Curly: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Angela: Somehow that's even worse.

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Soda: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a kid?

Darry: That naptime was a punishment.

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Ponyboy: The first time Two-Bit opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside he yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"

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Johnny: So I have made the decision to trust you.

Dally: A horrible decision, really.

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Two-Bit: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Darry: You’re a hazard to society

Steve: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

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*At the police station*

Darry: Hi, I’m here for Dallas.

Police officer: Who’s Dallas?

Darry: Ah, you must be new.

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Ponyboy: So the other day Darry sent Soda out to get us some gas.

Ponyboy: And instead of getting gas, he got us novelty cookie cutters.

Ponyboy: Now everything we eat is shaped like a dinosaur.

Ponyboy: …

Ponyboy: I love it so much.

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Angela: I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Bitch, I'm a sign from god. Start running.

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Buck: What are you writing?

Dally: The fuzz wanna know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Buck, looking over Dally's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

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Johnny, having a panic attack: I don't dab. I stab.

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Steve: Your existence is confusing.

Ponyboy: How?

Steve: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

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Soda: Heads up, if you try to make a candle with food colouring, it will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food colouring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food colouring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter.

Darry, sighing: What did you do?

Soda, wailing: A MISTAKE

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Two-Bit: So what’s for breakfast?

Ponyboy, staring at the eggs all over the walls: Regret.

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Johnny: "You're an old soul" is just old people speak for "I've noticed you've been depressed since you were 9."

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Ponyboy: Quick, what's your blood type?

Dally: How would I know?

Ponyboy: How would you not!?

Dally: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?

Ponyboy, distressed: You don't know your own blood type, but you know who discovered them?!

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Curly: *Accidentally punched Ponyboy in the face*

Curly: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Curly: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Ponyboy, confused: What’s wrong with you?!

Angela: *wheezing in the background*

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Darry: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Two-Bit: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Sylvia: Why are you like this??

Dally: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Curly: I was arrested for being too tuff.

Tim: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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Ponyboy: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Soda: They do.

Darry: ... Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Soda, euphoric from his first date with Sandy: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Steve: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

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Tim: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Curly: You left me in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Tim: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Dally: *choking on something*

Steve: Jeez, Dal, don't die on us.

Dally: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want

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Angela: You can trust me! Let's not forget who pulled you out of the river when you were six.

Curly, dryly: Let's not forget who pushed me in

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Dally: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

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Darry: Don’t say a word.

Ponyboy: Fergalicious.

Darry: Pony, I said no words.

Ponyboy: Oh, I see how it is. Two weeks ago, when we were playing Scrabble, it wasn't a word, now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

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Soda: Steve, you need to react when customers cry!

Steve: I did. I rolled my eyes.

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Ponyboy: 'Struggling with depression' would seem to imply that I am bad at being depressed when I am, in fact, very proficient at being depressed.

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this is them to me btw

Johnnyboy version

Johnny, born into a poor household with nothing but a jean jacket and a switchblade and a paperback book in the end, and Bob born into money with everything he could ever want, grateful for none of it.

Bob, spoiled and adored by his parents, a golden boy no matter what he did. Johnny, neglected and unloved and desperate to be wanted by them, if only for a moment. He was gold too but very few saw him for it.

Bob, whose parents constantly went easy on him no matter what he did and was desperate to be told no, to be yelled at, to be belted just once. Johnny, whose parents constantly hurt him and was desperate to be loved by them, either ignored or beaten or screamed at, so desperate that he almost preferred the violence because at least it was something.

Johnny, who never ever started a fight and felt too much, and Bob, who went looking for them and felt nothing.

Bob, who died violently and alone, his friends running away and leaving him behind. No one stayed for him.

Johnny, who quietly died with his two best friends with him. They stayed with him, fought for him, tried everything they could to protect him from this cruel world.

Bob, who had Randy and he left, didn't fight in the rumble that was in his name. Johnny, who had Dally and he stayed, pulling a blade to get out of the hospital and fighting even though he was hurt, who died for his grief of losing Johnnycake.

Bob, who died a useless death over a drunken grudge, and Johnny, who died a hero, redeeming himself in the end.

-@marcia-with-an-m

"Maybe if you were actually a soc, you'd have a real boyfriend and not some Walt Disney wanna be."