Ponyboy: even though we're too old, what did you guys ask Santa for?
Twobit: a new shiny swichblade
Sodapop: More food dye. We ran out.
Dallas: cash
Darry: a new job
Johnny: loving, caring parents
Ponyboy: aww Johnny that's kinda sad. We're your family now
Steve: I want a machete
Sodapop: a what?
Steve: a machete.
Darry: why?
Steve: to swing above my head as I run through the countryside.
Johnny: is that illegal?
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