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After the movie was over it suddenly came to us that Cherry and Marcia didn't have a
way to get home. Two-Bit gallantly offered to walk them home-the west side of town
was only about twenty miles away-but they wanted to call their parents and have them
come and get them. Two-Bit finally talked them into letting us drive them home in his
car. I think they were still half-scared of us. They were getting over it, though, as we
walked to Two-Bit's house to pick up the car. It seemed funny to me that Socs-if these
girls were any example-were just like us. They liked the Beatles and thought Elvis
Presley was out, and we thought the Beatles were rank and that Elvis was tuff, but that
seemed the only difference to me. Of course greasy girls would have acted a lot
tougher, but there was a basic sameness. I thought maybe it was money that separated
US.
"No," Cherry said slowly when I said this. "It's not just money. Part of it is, but not all.
You greasers have a different set of values. You're more emotional. We're
sophisticated-cool to the point of not feeling anything. Nothing is real with us. You
know, sometimes I'll catch myself talking to a girl-friend, and realize I don't mean half
of what I'm saying. [...]" She smiled at me. "I never told anyone that. I think you're
the first person I've ever really gotten through to."
She was coming through to me all right, probably because I was a greaser, and
younger; she didn't have to keep her guard up with me.
"Rat race is a perfect name for it," she said. "We're always going and going and going,
and never asking where. Did you ever hear of having more than you wanted? So that
you couldn't want anything else and then started looking for something else to want? It
seems like we're always searching for something to satisfy us, and never finding it.
Maybe if we could lose our cool we could."
That was the truth. Socs were always behind a wall of aloofness, careful not to let their
real selves show through.
From S. E. Hinton, The Outsiders. Copyright 1967 by S. E. Hinton
Based on the passage, which of the following is most likely true about Ponyboy?
