"Look at the way you look.

I'm not scared of you, either--or him either." "How can I look at the way I look ?" Pee-wee fairly screamed at him.
"You're crazy! I told him where it was and I told him--" "That shows you're just as bad as he is," Peter insisted.

"Are you going to stay here till Ham Sanders comes and be arrested?
Anyhow, you're arrested now," he ventured, "and you have to wait." "You tell me I'm arrested ?" Pee-wee yelled.

"When I'm taking this car back to its owner?
Do you know what a boy scout is ?" "I know what they look like, they're all dressed up in uniforms," poor Peter said, "but you can be one without that." "Now you see, you said so yourself," Pee-wee began.
"But they don't get dressed like thieves," Peter retorted.
"I'm on your side because you stopped him," shouted Scout Harris.
"I don't want you on my side," said Peter.

"I'm a scout and I don't want any--any--robbers on my side." "You ?" said Pee-wee.
"Yes, me." "I bet you don't even know--I bet you don't even know--how many--how many--" "That shows you don't know anything about scouts at all," said Peter.
"I've got a book that tells all about it and when a man comes you're going to get arrested." "_Me arrested_ ?" "Yes you--you helped him to steal it and I don't believe anything you say and you needn't think you can fool me.