Soda Pop: " You know Ponyboy, there has to be more than this. A place where a man can feel like a king and be left alone to masturbate in peace. Undisturbed. A place where they bring the shoes to you and don't have to constantly be working to convince the hotties to hand them over."
Ponyboy: "I've heard of these places called 'Sperm Banks', Soda. Places where they give you privacy and all the whack mags a man could want. Then, I even heard they give you money for your load."
Soda Pop: "I'm not talking about whack mags, Pony. Haven't you been listening to a word I'm saying? I'm talking about shoes, Pony, shoes. I'm talking about miles of pumps, slides and slings . . . heels as high as 5" and as low as 3". What's wrong with you, boy? And that money? Oh, they can keep their money, 'cause the place I'm talking 'bout is heaven here on earth. You don't need money in heaven, Ponyboy."