Darry: happy birthday, Dally! So what's the birthday boy doing today? <AN: I know it's not even close to Dally's birthday right now, but by then I'd have lost this idea.>

Dally: first, I hate my birthday, so don't mention it again. And to answer your question, I'm killing just killing Tim until the movie starts.

Tim Shepard: 😱

Ponyboy: geez Dal. I know you don't particularly like Tim, but is killing him really necessary?

Dally: what? OH MY GODS! I SWEAR I MEANT TIME!!!!!!!!

Dally: don't worry Tim, I won't miss you.

Two-bit: WTF? Dally, re read that.

Dally: SODOMY! I AM SO SEXY, TOM! I WILL NEVER GRILL YOU!!!!

Tim Shepard: ...

Ponyboy: ^

Dally: BUCK AMEN CUDDLE!!!!!!!

Dally: NO I MEAN FUCK AUTOMOBILES!!!!!

Dally: AUTO COCK MASSAGER!!!

Johnny: I'm laughing so hard right now. My dad's looking at me like I'm insane.

Johnny: I should probably run now.

Dally: miss/grill= kill, Tim= time, stupid autocorrect.

Tim Shepard: thank gods.