(1)So, have either of you been to Brooklyn before? (2) I spent a month there one night.
(davids dad) Sarah, go get the cake your mothers hiding in the cabinet.
(Jack) Some big shot gave me a ride out in his carriage. (Dave) I’ll bet it was the mayor, right? (Jack) No, Teddy Roosevelt…you ever heard of him? (Dave) Yeah right, Roosevelt gave you a ride in his carriage.
(racetrack) kelly? jack kelly? yah he was here. but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.
*cough**cough* Buy me last pape..Mista’? *cough*
1) Alright, everyone…remain calm.
2) Let’s soak ’em for Crutchy!
1) Dear me what is that unpleasent aroma, i fear the sewers may have backed up during the night 2) That ain’t no sewer 3) Ya it must be the DeLancey Brutters
1) How was your day at the track?
2) Remember that hot tip I told you about?
1) Yeah?
2) Nobody told the horse.
1) I was just kidding…we can’t go on strike, we don’t have a union.
2) Yah, but…if we go on strike, den we are a union, right?
1) If we get violent, we’re just playing into their hands.
2) …They’re gonna be playin’ wit my hands…because it ain’t what they say, it’s what we say. And nobody ain’t gonna listen unless we make ’em!
1) Jack when I walk does it look like I’m fakin it? 2)No crutchy why? 1)There’s just some many fake crips on the streets these days a real crip ain’t got a chance. I need find me a new selling spot where they aren’t use to seeing me. 3)Try Bottle Alley or Da Harbor. 4) Try Central Park it’s gaurenteed. 2) Try any banker, bum or barbor, they almost all knows how to read.
1) Oh, I’ve missed seeing you up in the balcony.
2) Hangin’ on your every word.
1) Our father told us not to lie.
2) Yah, well, mine told me not to starve…
1) Then this real snoody mug tells me ‘You can’t see Mistah Pulitzah, no one sees Mistah Pulitzah’…real hoidy-toidy like, ya know the type?
2) Real hoidy-toidy…
1) So I tells him, ‘I ain’t in the business of transactin’ with no office boys…You tell Pulitzah that ‘s here to see him NOW!’
2) And that’s when they threw us out..
(1 glares at 2)
1) They jacked up the price, ya hear dat jack? 10 cents a hundred, its bad enough we gotta eat what we dont sell now they jacked up the price can you believe that? 2) this’ll bust me, im barely makin a livin already 3) ill be back sleepin on the streets 4)i dont get it with all the money pulitzers makin why would he gauges us? 5) pipe down its just a gag.. so why the jack up weasel? 7) its a nice day.. why dont u ask mr pulitza 6) they can’t do this to me jack 7) they can do whatva the heck they want its their stinking paper
1) We need some of dos, ah…what do you call dem? 2) Ambassadors. 1) Yeah, right. Em-bastards.
1) Well, I was starvin’ so I stole some food.
2) Oh yah, right, food…
1) Well, if it ain’t Jack-be-nimble, Jack-be-quick.
2) So, you moved up in the world, Spot. Got a river view an’ everything.
1) What is that unpleasant aroma? I fear the sewer may have backed up in the night. 2) That’s not the sewer, it’s the Delancy brothers.
1) What makes the headline good?
2) Aw, you know, catchy woids like…maniac, corpse…let’s see..lovenest, nude…
1) What’d you think you’re doing? 2) RUNNIN’!
1) You know what I was doing when I was your age, boy? I was in a war, the Civil War.
2) Yah, I’ve heard of it. So, didja win?
1) Some people think that wars are about right and wrong, and not about power.
2) Yah, I’ve heard of that too. You know I don’t just sell your papes, Joe, sometimes I read ’em.
1)20 papes pleas. (counts papes) I only got 19 and i asked for 20. 2)What you accusing me of cheating? (Jack jumps up) 3)He right Weasel. It’s only 19, but don’t worry it’d an honest mistake see morris here can’t count to 20 with his shoes on.
1)Dear me, what is dat unpleasant aroma? I fear da sewas may have backed up durin the night 2) Na too rotten to be da sewers 3) ya, ya, must be da delancy bruddas *laughing* 1) Hiya boys 4) In the back ya lousy little shrimp 1)not good ta do dat not healthy 5) I wouldnt be calling people lousy little shrimps Osca unless of coise ur refering to da family resemblence of ur bruddah hea.. yah dats an insult.. so’s dis
1)Hey your honor, I object! 2) On what grounds? 3) On the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor!
1)I’ve been hearin things, Manhatta, Queens, da Bronx, Little biwds have been chirpin in my ear. Sayin that Jack Kelly’s Newsies are playin like dey goin on strike.2)We aren’t playin, we really are goin on strike.1)Yeah, Yeah, What is dis Jacky boy some kinda walkin mouf?3)Yeah is a mouf, amouf wit a brain and if you got half a one you’ll listen ta what he has ta say.
1)So’s your old lady! You tell Pulitzer, he needs an appointment with me!
2)Yah!
1)Your Honor, I object!
2) On what grounds?
1) On the grounds of Brooklyn!
1- I smell money 2- you smell foul
1. Heya Race
2. Heya Jack
1. How was your day at the track?
2. Remember that hot tip I told you about? Nobody told the horse.
1.-This is my brother Jack, he’s older. 2.- No kidding.
1.it takes an orphan with a studdddddda 2.Who aint afriad to USE THERE FIST!
1: Now, when I created the World…what is that deafing noise?
2: Just the newsies, sir. I’ll go have them quieted.
1: Never mind the newsies. Where was I?
3: Creating the World, Chief.
1: Our father told us not to lie. 2: Yeah? Well mine told me not to starve, so I guess we both got an education.
1: We’re not playing. We are going on strike.
2: Oh yeah? Yeah? What is this, Jacky-boy? Some kind of walking mouth?
3: Yeah, he’s a mouth. A mouth with a brain, and if you got half a one, you’ll listen to what he’s got to say.
1: Well, we started the strike, but we can’t do it alone. So, we’re talking to newsies all around the city.
2: Yeah, so they told me. But what’d they tell you?
1: They’re waiting to see what Spot Conlon is saying, you’re the key. That Spot Conlon is the most respected and famous newsie in all of New York, and probably everywhere else. And if Spot Conlon joins then they join and we’ll be unstoppable. So you gotta join, well, you gotta!
A Saterday night wit da mayor’s daughta!
A Saturday night wit da mayor’s daughta!
All it takes is a voice… one voice…that turns onto a hundred, and then a thousand…unless it is silenced.
All it takes is one voice, one voice that becomes a hundred and then
a thousand unless it’s silenced.
All It takes is one voice, one voice that becomes a hundred and then
a thousand unless it’s silenced.
All this for one sip of beer?
And this is Dave, the walking mouth.
Baby born with three heads… must be from Brooklyn
Baby born with two heads. Must be from Brooklyn.
bad times
Blessed children
Though you wander lost and depraved
Jesus loves you
You shall be saved
Brand New Shoes With Matching Laces, A Permenant Box at Sheepshed races, a porcilain tub with boilin’ water, a saturday night with the mayors daughter! Look at me Im the King Of New York! Suddenly im respectable staring right at ‘cha lousy with stature. Nobbing With All the Muckity Muck Im blowin’ the dough and goin deluxe!
CARRYING THE BANNER
Cowboy, they call him cowboy!
Dave: So this is why you didn’t escape last night. Jack: Yea. Dave: You’re a liar. You lied about everything. You lied about ur father being out west, cuz he’s not out west. You didn’t even tell me your real name. Jack: So, what’d ya wanna do about it Dave? Dave: I don’t understand you. Jack: Oh so let me spell it out for ya. You see, I ain’t got nobody tucking me in at night, like you. It’s just me, I gotta look out for myself, alright. Dave: You had the Newsies. Jack: O what did being a Newsie ever give me, but a dime a day and a few black eyes. You know I can’t afford to be a kid no more Dave. For the first time in my life I got money in my pockets. Real money. Money you understand. I got more on the way and as soon as I collect I’m gone I’m away, alright? Dave: Well that’s good, that’s good cuz we don’t need you. We don’t need you! So all those words you said, those were mine. Jack: Yea but you never had the guts to put them across yourself, Did ya? Dave: I do now.
David: He called you sullivan. Jack: Yeah well my name’s Kelly. You don’t believe me? David: Well you certainly have a way of improving the truth.
David~ So why’d you come back? Jack~ I guess I can’t be something I ain’t. David~ A scab? Jack~ No, smart.
Disgraceful, Denty!
Don’t rush me, I’m perusin the merchandise, Mr. Weasel.
For a dreamer night’s the only time of day.
Glum and Dumb, what’s the matta with you! You get your name in the papes you’re famous. If you’re famous you get anything you want….THAT’S what’s so great about New York.
he’s right it’s 19, but see Morris here he can’t count to twenty with
his shoes on.
Headlines don’t sell papes, Newsies sell papes!
Headlines don’t sell papes, Newsies sell papes.
Hey Cowboy! Nice shiner!
Hey race, hey Jack, how was your day at the track? Rememeba that hot tip i told you about? ya. Nobody told the horse.
Hey what is this Jackieboy? Some kind of walking mouth? Yes its a mouth, A mouth with a brain and if you had half of one you’d listen to what hes got to say
High times, hard times.
Hitched it on a trolley, meet ya Fourty-Fourth and Second, little Italy’s a secret, Bleeker’s further than I reckoned. By the courthouse by the stable, on the corner someone beckoned, and I go get ’em cowboy….
holy cow it’s a mirical pulitzer’s cryin weasel hes dyin
How do I know you’re serious? how do I know you punks won’t run the first time some goon comes acha wit a club??
I can’t afford to be a kid no more Dave. For the first time in my life I got money in my pockets. Real money. Money, you understand?
I didn’t do it!
I fear the sewer may have backed up into the night.
I say that what you say is what I say
I smell money…you smell foul
I spent a month there one night.
I’m just not used to havin’ whether I stay or whether I go matter to anybody. Not that it should matter to you. I’m just sayin’, um, well, does it? Matter?
I’m no snoozer, sittin’ makes me antsy, I like livin’ chancy, Harlem to Delancy.
if its not in the paper it never happened
If we don’t sell papes, no one sells papes.
In 1899 the streets of New York City echoed with the voices of newsies. Peddlin’ the newspapers of Joseph Pulitzer, William Randolph Hearst, and otha giants of the newspaper woild. On every corner you saw them carryin the banna bringin u da news for a penny a pape. Poor orphans and runaways, the newsies were a ragged army wit out a leada until one day all dat changed..
In 1899, the streets of New York City echoed with the voices of newsies. Peddeling the newspapers of Joseph Pulitzer, William Randolph Hearst and other giants of the newspaper world. On every corner you saw them carrying the banner, bringing you the news for a penny a pape. Poor orphans and runaways, the newsies were a ragged army, without a leader – until one day all that changed.
In nothing flat
He’ll be covering
Brooklyn to Trenton
Our man Denton
Is that Snyder…as in snide?
it’s not good tah do dat, it’s not healthy
It’s not good to do that, not healthy.
It’s the Delancey bruddas!!
It’s the same sun as here!
It’s this brain of mine, it’s always making mistakes, it’s got a mind of it’s own…
J: You only took 20 papes; why?
D: It’s a bad headline.
J: Well that’s the foist thing ya gotta learn. Headlines don’t sell papes. NEWSIES sell papes.
Jack: Are you gonna sit? Les: sits.
Jack: i need sum if dos, what da ya call ’em?… David: ambasadors? Jack: yeah; right; you guys, you gotta be em-bastards, and tell the others we’re on strike.
Jack: Oh quite, pipe down you jackass
Jack: We someting so big that the other Newsies’ll feel stupid if they don’t join. David: You mean like a strike? Jack:yeah, like a strike. Newsies: Ah, Jack!! Ractrack: What are you, out of your mind?!?! Jack: It’s a good idea!
JACK:we gotta get word out to all newsies of new york.i need some of those…what’dja call ’em?
DAVID:ambasitors?
JACK:yeah right.okay,you guys,you gotta be the ambastards and go tell the others that we’re on strike.
JACK:we gotta get word out to all the newsies of new york.we gotta get somma those…whadja call ’em???
DAVID:ambasitors?
JACK:yeah right you guys,you gotta be the ambastards and tell them we’re on strike
Jack~ I need some o those whatcha-call-ems…
David~Ambassadors?
Jack~ Yea, I need some o ya to go out and be um…am-bastards.
Just gimme half a cup…
Let’s soak ’em for Crutchy!
Lets soak em for Crutchy!!
look a two headed baby, must be from brooklyn
Look at me, I’m the King Of New York!
Make friends with the rats. Share what ya got in common.
Morning your honor! Listen,do me a favor,spot me 50 papes? I got a hot tip int the fourth, you won’t waste your money.
Mush: How’d you sleep, Jack? Jack: On me back, Mush. Mush: Hey, did you guys hear that? Did you hear what Jack said? I asked Jack how he slept and he said on me back Mush.
My father taught me not to lie.
Yeah, well mine taught me not to starve so I guess we both got an education.
Never fear Brooklyn is hear!!
Never fear! Brooklyn is here!
Never fear, Brooklyn is here!
Never fear, Brooklyn us here
Never fear, Brooklyn’s here!
Nobbin’ with all the muckety-mucks I’m blowin my dough and going deluxe
Now, when I created the world…
Oh you mean Jack kelly? Ya he was here, but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.
Open the gates and seize the day. Don’t be afraid and don’t delay. Nothing can break us, no one cam make us give our rights away. Arise and seize the day!
Patrick, Darling, since you left me, I am undone.
Mother loves you, God save my son.
Racetrack: Dear me! What is that unpleasant aroma? I fear the sewer may have backed up over the night.
Racetrack:Yea….Jack Kelley was ‘ere. But he put a egg in his shoe an’ beat it!! *laughs*
Racetrack:Yea..Jack Kelley was ‘ere. But he put it in his shoe an’ beat it! *laughs*
So what do you say Spot?….I say that what you say…is what I say.
So, did I spell it right, Kloppman?
So, Jacky-boy. I’ve been hearing things from little birdies. Things from Harlem, Queens, all over. They been chirpin’ in my ear. Jacky-boy’s newsies is playing like they’re going on strike.
soak em’ for crutchy!!
Sometimes all it takes is a voice, one voice that becomes a hundred, then a thousand, unless it’s silenced.
Sometimes, all it takes is one voice. One voice becomes a hundred. Then a thousand. Unless it’s silenced.
Spot:Your honor, I object. Judge:On what grounds? Spot:On the grounds of Brooklyn!
Sulivan… wait ’til i get you back to the refuge!
Tell em Jack!
That ain’t good enough __________. You gotta show me.
That’s my cigar, you’ll steal another.
That’s my cigar…you’ll steal another.
Thats just what the big shots wanna see, that we’re street rats, street rats with no brains, no respect for nothin including ourselves..so heres how its gonna be..If we dont act together we’re nuttin,if we dont stick together we’re nuttin and if we cant even trust eachother were nuttin
Thats my cigar…you’ll steal anudda..hey bumma we gots work to do…since when did you become me mother…ah stop your ballin…hey who asked you
Thats my cigar…youll steal anuddah…hey bummers we got woik to do…aw, since when did you become me muddah…aw stop youre bawlin…hey, who asked you?
The gimp? I’ll get him.
They jacked up the price! You hear that Jack? Ten cents a hundred! You know, it’s bad enough that we gotta eat what we don’t sell, now they jack up the price! Can you believe that?
This brain of mine, it’s always makin’ mistakes…it’s got a mind of its own.
this is the story you wanted to write and tonight is the night that you can…just get this done and by dawns early light you can finish the fight you began…this time we’re in it to say…think about seizing the day…think of that train as she rolls into old santa fe tell her i’m on my way…
Tommorow they may wrap fishes in it but I was a star for one whole minute!
ur as good as dead cowboy
We ain’t got five bucks! We don’t even got five cents! Your Honor, how ’bout I roll ya for it, double or nuttin’?
We need embastards…
We was beat when we was born.
We’ve come a long way, but we ain’t there yet. An’ maybe it’s just gonna get toughah from now on…That’s fine! We’ll jus’ get tougah wid it!
Well, if it ain’t Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Well, if it ain’t Jack-be-nimble, Jake-be-quick.
Well, if it ain’t Kack-be-nimble, Jake-be-quick.
What if the Delancey’s com out swinging, will we hear it?
What is this Jackie boy some kind of walking mouth?
What is this Jackie boy, some kind of walkin’ mouth?
What is this unpleasent aroma? I fear that the sewers may have backed up during the night.
when i dream on my own, i’m alone but i ain’t lonely. for a dreamer nights the only time of day
Whew! What is dat unpleasant aroma? I fear da sewahs may have backed up durin’ da night.
Will you buy me last pap’ miss? (coughing)
Oh, your good. You’re real good.
You get your picture in the papes you’re famous. You’re famous you get anything you want. That’s what’s so great about New York.
You wouldn’t kick me out without a kiss goodbye, would ya Medda?
You’re right, Jack, brains. But 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 got what it takes to win?
Your Honor I object
On what grounds?
On the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor!
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