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Social Class - Coggle Diagram

- - - - "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." (Cherry Valance 38)
      - "That was the truth. Socs were always behind a wall of aloofness, careful not to let their real selves show through.
  - - - The Mustang came to a halt beside us, and the two boys in the front seat got out. They were Socs all right. One had on a white shirt and a madras ski jacket, and the other a light yellow shirt and a wine-colored sweater. I looked at their clothes and realized for the first time that evening that all I had was a pair of jeansand Soda's old navy sweat shirt with the sleeves cut short.
  - - - "...Socs had so much spare time and money that they jumped us and each other for kicks, had beer blasts and river-bottom parties because they didn't know what else to do." (Ponyboy 43)
  - - - I'm not sure how you spell it, but it's the abbreviation for Socials, the jet set, the West-side rich kids. (Ponyboy 2)
      - Socs were just guys after all. Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too." (Ponyboy 118)
- - - - "He tried to swear, but suddenly started crying, fighting to control himself, then sobbing all the more because he couldn't. I had seen Johnny take a whipping with a two-by-four from his old man and never let out a whimper. That made it worse to see him break out of his eyes. Soda just held him and pushed Johnny's hair back out of his eyes. 'It's okay, Johnnycake, they're gone now. It's okay.'" (33)
  - - - "Soda and Steve and I had put on more hair oil than was necessary, but we wanted to show that we were greasers. Tonight we could be proud of it." (132)
  - - - "That was the difference between his gang and ours—they had a leader and were organized; we were just buddies who stuck together—each man was his own leader." (138)
  - - - "'You know what a greaser is?' Bob asked. 'White trash with long hair.'" (55)
- - - - "We walked around talking to all the greasers and hoods we knew, leaning in the car windows or hopping into the back seats, and getting in on who was running away, and who was in jail, and who was going with who, and who could whip who, and who stole what and when and why." (Ponyboy 20)
  - - - "It could be just the other way around - half of the hoods I know are pretty decent guys underneath all that grease..." (Ponyboy 141)