Sound Clips
Jack
"Morris... he can't count to twenty with his shoes on."
"Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes."
"Maniac, corpse... lovenest, or nude."
"If we go on strike, then we are a union, right?"
"You guys, you gotta be ambastards..."
"So you've moved up in the world Spot, got a river veiw and everything."
"Extry, extry Joe. Read all about it."
David
"No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no money."
Les
"Come back my lovey dovey baby, and coochie-coo with me."
Racetrack
"In 1899 the streets of New York City echoed with the voices of newsies..."
"Dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma? I fear the sewer may have backed up during the night."
"It's not good to do that... not healthy."
"I got a hot tip on the fourth, won't waste your money."
"Look at this... baby born with two heads. Must be from Brooklyn."
"Come on it's a rigged deck, they've got all the marbles."
"What, are you out of your mind?"
"What are we supposed to do to the bums, kiss em?"
Spot
"Well if it aint Jack be nimble, Jack be quick."
"I've been hearin things from little boidies."
"Jackie-boy's newsies is playin like they're goin on strike."
"What is this Jackie-boy, some kind of walkin mouth?"
"I've got brains too, and more than just half of one."
"How do I know you punks won't run the first time some goon comes at you with a club..."
"...how do I know you've got what it takes to win?"
"That aint good enough Jacky-boy."
"Never fear, Brooklyn is here!"
"Where's me pitcha, where's me pitcha?"
"Where does it say my name, where's my name?"
"Look, any scab I see, I soak em... period!"
"I say, that what you say, is what I say."
"I object....... on the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor."
"Tell me I'm seein things, just tell me I'm seein things."
Kid Blink
"They almost all knows how to read."
Mush
"It don't make no sense... I mean all the money Pulitzer's makin, why would he gouge us?"
Boots
"Hey, we ain't scared of Brooklyn! Spot Conlon makes us a little nervous."
"I spent a month there one night."
Specs
"That's an unusual name for these parts."
Dutchy
"So did I spell it right Kloppman?"
Group
"Try Bottle Alley or the harbor, try Central Park it's guarenteed, try any banker bumb or barber..."
"...cuz it's two for a penny, if I take too many, Weasel just makes me eat em after..."
"We sell together we split, seventy-thirthy, plus, you get the benefit of observing me no charge..."
"That's fair, golden opportunity..."
"Look at that angel! I'm in heaven!"
"Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!"
"All right, everyone remain calm... Let's soak'em for Crutchy!"
"Look at you Jack, you look like a general or something... will you get your fingers off my face..."
"What are we supposed to do to the bums, kiss em?... Hey look, any scab I see I soak 'em, period!"
"Well, I guess I can't be something I ain't... A scab?... No, smart."
Other
"You dreamin' about sellin papers?" -Kloppman
"Aren't you just the cutest little fella there ever was." -Medda
"Multiply that by forty thousand papers a day... seven days a week..." -Pulitzer
"World employees only on this side of the gate!" -Weasel
"Go home! Go home! Go home to your mothers and fathers, GO HOME!" -Pulitzer
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