The Wild One (1953)
Kathie Bleeker: You're still fighting, aren't you. You're always fighting. Why do you hate everybody?
Johnny: [as Charlie and other townsmen beat him up] My old man used to hit harder than that.
Chino: I love you, Johnny. I've been looking in every ditch from Fresno to here hoping you was dead.
Kathie Bleeker: Well, what d'ya do? I mean, do you just ride around or do you go on some sort of a picnic or something?
Johnny: A picnic? Man, you are too square. I'm... I... I have to straighten you out. Now, listen, you don't go any one special place. That's cornball style. You just go.
Johnny: [opening narration] It begins here for me on this road. How the whole mess happened I don't know, but I know it couldn't happen again in a million years. Maybe I could of stopped it early, but once the trouble was on its way, I was just goin' with it. Mostly I remember the girl. I can't explain it - a sad chick like that, but somethin' changed in me. She got to me, but that's later anyway. This is where it begins for me right on this road.
Johnny: You think you're too good for me. Nobody's too good for me! Anybody thinks they're too good for me, I make sure I knock 'em over sometime. Right now, I could slap you around to show you how good you are and tomorrow, I'm someplace else and I don't even know you or nothing.
[watching Johnny and Chino fight]
Charlie Thomas: What are they fighting about?
Jimmy: Don't know. Don't know themselves, probably.
Sheriff Singer: I don't get you. I don't get your act at all, and I don't think you do either. I don't think you know what you're trying to do or how to go about it. I think you're stupid. Real stupid and real lucky. Last night you scraped by, just barely; but a man's dead on account of something you let get started even though you didn't start it.
Chino: That's better Johnny. You know I miss you. Ever since the club split up, I miss you. We all missed ya... you miss 'im? yea. The Beetles missed ya. All the Beetles missed ya. Come on Johnny, let's you and me go inside and have a beer...
Kathie Bleeker: Where you going when you leave here?
[Johnny just shrugs]
Kathie Bleeker: Don't you know?
Johnny: Oh, man, we just gonna go...
Sheriff Singer: [to Johnny] What's a matter? You been hit on the head so often, you don't know when you're getting a break? At least say thank you.
[Nods to Sheriff Bleeker and Kathie]
Kathie Bleeker: It's alright. He doesn't know how.
Kathie Bleeker: I wish I was going someplace. I wish you were going someplace. We could go together.
Johnny: Nobody tells me what to do. You keep needlin' me, if I want to, I'm gonna take this joint apart and you're not gonna know what hit you.
Sheriff Singer: I don't know if there's any good in you. I don't know if there's anything in you. But, I'm gonna take a big fat chance... and let you go.
Sheriff Singer: [referring to Johnny] You haven't fallen for this fellow, have you?
Kathie Bleeker: No. No, I couldn't.
Johnny: What are you someone that makes sandwiches or something?
Kathie Bleeker: I'm sorry, I can't fight back. I'm too tired. It would be better, wouldn't it? Then you could hit me.