Racetrack: Look at me, I'm the King Of New York!
David Jacobs: Why'd ya come back?
Jack Kelly: Well, I guess I can't be somethin' I ain't.
David Jacobs: What, a scab?
Jack Kelly: No, smart.
Mush: Howd'ya sleep, Jack?
Jack Kelly: On me back, Mush.
Racetrack: In 1899, the streets of New York City echoed with the voices of newsies. 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.
Jack Kelly: 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?
Jack Kelly: If we go on strike, then we're a union. Right?
David Jacobs: No. We're just a bunch of angry kids with no money.
Jack Kelly: Extry, extry, read all about it! Ellis Island in flames!
David Jacobs: Hey, where's that story?
Jack Kelly: Page nine. Thousands Flee in Panic!
David Jacobs: "Trash Fire Next To Immigration Building Terrifies Seagulls"?
Jack Kelly: Terrified Flight from Inferno!
Jack Kelly: We gotta get the word out to every newsie in the city! We need some of those...
David Jacobs: Ambassadors?
Jack Kelly: Yeah, yeah. Okay, you guys gotta go out and be, uh, am-bastards.
Racetrack: Jack Kelly? Yeah, he was here, but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.
Racetrack: 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'?
Crutchy: It's this brain of mine, it's always makin' mistakes... it's got a mind of its own.
Racetrack: You know that hot tip I told you about?
Jack Kelly: Yeah.
Racetrack: Nobody told the horse.
Jack Kelly: You shouldn't be callin' people lousy little shrimps, Oscar, unless you're referrin' to the family resemblance in your brother here.
Crutchy: But you can't let 'em beat you, right Jack? That's what you always said.
Jack Kelly: We was beat when we was born.
Spot Conlon: Your honor, I object.
Judge Monahan: On what grounds?
Spot Conlon: On the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor.
Jack Kelly: 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?
Racetrack: 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.
Spot Conlon: 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?
David Jacobs: My father taught us not to lie.
Jack Kelly: Well, mine told me not to starve; so we both have an education.
Jack Kelly: You only took 20 papes; why?
David Jacobs: It's a bad headline.
Jack Kelly: Well, dat's da foist thing ya gotta learn - headlines don't sell papes. Newsies sell papes.
Jack Kelly: It ain't lyin'. It's just improvin' the truth a little.
Jack Kelly: For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
Jack Kelly: So what do you say, Spot?
Spot Conlon: I say... that what you say... is what I say.
Racetrack: Look at this! "Baby Born with Two Heads"... must be from Brooklyn.
Bryan Denton: Sometimes all it takes is a voice, one voice that becomes a hundred, then a thousand, unless it's silenced.
Kid Blink: I smell money.
Crutchy: You smell foul.
Jack Kelly: There's a lot of people out there, and they ain't just gonna go away. They got voices now and they're goin' to be listened to. Putting them in jail is not going to stop them. That's the power of the press, Joe. So thanks for teaching me about it.
Seitz: Those kids put out a pretty good paper there, Chief.
Joseph Pulitzer: I ordered a printing ban on all strike matters. Now, who defied me? Whose press did you use to print this on? Whose?
Jack Kelly: Well, we only use the best, Joe. So, I just want to say... thanks again.
Racetrack: That's my cigar!
Snipeshooter: You'll steal anudder!
Pulitzer: Now when I created the World...
Spot Conlon: It ain't what they say, its what we say, and nobody ain't gonna listen to us unless we make 'em!
David Jacobs: What do you think your doing?
Jack Kelly: Runnin'!
Teddy Roosevelt: Disgraceful Denty!
Spot Conlon: Never fear, Brooklyn is here.
David Jacobs: All right, everyone just remain calm!
Jack Kelly: Let's soak 'em for Crutchy!
Newsies: [singing] This is for kids shinin' shoes in the streets with no shoes on their feet everyday. This is for guys sweatin' blood in the shop while the bosses and cops look away. This is to even the score. This ain't just Newsies no more. This ain't just kids with some pies in the sky, this is do it or die, this is WAR! Once and for all, we'll be there to defend one another. Once and for all, every kid is a friend, every friend a brother. Five thousand fists in the sky, five thousands reasons to try. We're going over the wall. Better to die than to crawl. Either we stand or we fall, for once, once and for all!
Newsies: [singing] When you got a million voices singing, who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
Crutchy: Jack, when I walk, does it look like I'm fakin' it?
Jack Kelly: Nah, Crutchy, who says ye'r fakin' it?
Crutchy: I don't know... It's just there's so many fake crips on the streets today, a real crip ain't got a chance. I gotta find me a new sellin' spot where they ain't used to seein' me!
Mush: [singing] Try Bottle Alley or da harbor.
Racetrack: [singing] Try Central Park, it's guaranteed.
Jack Kelly: [singing] Try any banker, bum, or barber.
Skittery: [singing] They almost all knows how to read.
Skittery: This'll bust me, I'm barely makin' a livin' right now!
Racetrack: Deah me, what is dat unpleasant aroma? I fear da sewer may have backed up durin' da night.