Jack Kelly: For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
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Jack Kelly: For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
Racetrack: Jack Kelly? Yeah, he was here, but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.
Jack Kelly: It ain't lyin'. It's just improvin' the truth a little.
Crutchy: It's this brain of mine, it's always makin' mistakes... it's got a mind of its own.
Bryan Denton: Sometimes all it takes is a voice, one voice that becomes a hundred, then a thousand, unless it's silenced.
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'?
Racetrack: Look at this! "Baby Born with Two Heads"... must be from Brooklyn.
Newsies: When you got a million voices singing, who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
Pulitzer: Now when I created the World...
Bryan Denton: Let me get that correct; that's Snyder, as in "snide"? Smile, sir!
Racetrack: I say, that what Spot Conlon says, is what I say.
Racetrack: Look at me, I'm the King Of New York!
Spot Conlon: It ain't what they say, its what we say, and nobody ain't gonna listen to us unless we make 'em!
Skittery: This'll bust me, I'm barely makin' a livin' right now!
David Jacobs: From now on, we trust no one but the Newsies.
Racetrack: So what are we supposed to do to the bums, kiss em?
Racetrack: Deah me, what is dat unpleasant aroma? I fear da sewer may have backed up durin' da night.
Jack Kelly: And so's your old lady! You tell Mr. Pulitzer he's gotta have an appointment with me!
Jack Kelly: For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
Jack Kelly: It ain't lyin'. It's just improvin' the truth a little.
Racetrack: Jack Kelly? Yeah, he was here, but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.
Crutchy: It's this brain of mine, it's always makin' mistakes... it's got a mind of its own.
Bryan Denton: Sometimes all it takes is a voice, one voice that becomes a hundred, then a thousand, unless it's silenced.
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'?
Racetrack: Look at this! "Baby Born with Two Heads"... must be from Brooklyn.
Racetrack: I say, that what Spot Conlon says, is what I say.
Newsies: When you got a million voices singing, who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
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!
Jack Kelly: For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
Newsies: When you got a million voices singing, who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
Spot Conlon: Your honor, I object. Judge Monahan: On what grounds? Spot Conlon: On the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor.
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.
Jack Kelly: So what do you say, Spot? Spot Conlon: I say... that what you say... is what I say.
David Jacobs: My father taught us not to lie. Jack Kelly: Well, mine told me not to starve; so we both have an education.
David Jacobs: I've never been to Brooklyn - have you guys? Boots: Spent a month there one night.
Jack Kelly: One thing's for sure, if we don't sell papes, then nobody sells papes. Nobody comes through those gates until they put the price back to where it was. David Jacobs: You mean like a strike? Jack Kelly: Yeah, like a strike! David Jacobs: Are you out of your mind? Jack Kelly: It's a good idea! David Jacobs: Jack, I was only joking. We can't go on strike, we don't have a union. Jack Kelly: But, if we go on strike, then we are 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!
Joseph Pulitzer: Know what I was doing at your age, boy? I was in a war. The Civil War. Jack Kelly: Yeah, I heard of it. So, did ya win? Joseph Pulitzer: People think war is about right or wrong and not power. Jack Kelly: Yeah, I heard of that too. I don't just sell your papes, Joe. Sometime I read 'em
Spot Conlon: I've been hearing things from little birds. Things from Harlem, Queens, all over. They been chirpin' in my ear. Saying Jacky-boy's Newsies is playing like they're going on strike. Jack Kelly: Yeah, well we are. David Jacobs: But we're not playing. We are going on strike. Spot Conlon: Oh yeah? Yeah? What is this, Jacky-boy? Some kind of walking mouth? Jack Kelly: Yeah, it'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. David Jacobs: Well, we started the strike, but we can't do it alone. So, we're talking to Newsies all around the city. Spot Conlon: Yeah, so they told me. But what'd they tell you? David Jacobs: They're waiting to see what Spot Conlon is doing, 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 the strike then they join, and we'll be unstoppable. So you gotta join, I mean... well, you gotta! Spot Conlon: You're right Jacky-boy, brains. But I got brains too, and more than just half a one. How do I know you punks won't run the first time some goon comes at ya with a club? How do I know you got what it takes to win? Jack Kelly: Because I'm telling you, Spot. Spot Conlon: That ain't good enough Jacky-boy. You gotta show me.
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.
David Jacobs: He called you Sullivan. Jack Kelly: Yeah, well, my name's Kelly. Jack Kelly. You think I'm lyin'? David Jacobs: You have a way of improving the truth.
Kloppman: Jack Kelly? Nope never heard of him. Boys? Specs: That's an unusual name for these parts.
Mush: Hey, look at ya, Jack, you look like a gentleman! Jack Kelly: Will you please get your fingers off my face. Spot Conlon: Where does it say my name? Where's my name? Jack Kelly: Would ya quit thinkin' about yourself?
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.
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: Try Bottle Alley or da harbor. Racetrack: Try Central Park, it's guaranteed. Jack Kelly: Try any banker, bum, or barber. Skittery: They almost all knows how to read.
Jack Kelly: So, what about Brooklyn? Who wants Brooklyn? C'mon, Spot Conlon's territory. Jack Kelly: Whats'a matta, you scared of Brooklyn? Boots: Hey, we ain't scared of Brooklyn. Boots: Spot Conlon makes is a little noivous.
Newsies: We need a good assassination, we need an earthquake or a war... Snipeshooter: How 'bout a crooked politician? Newsies: Hey, stupid, that ain't news no more!
Kid Blink: Hey bummas, we'se got work to do! Specs: Since when did you become me mudda?
Racetrack: So what are we supposed to do to the bums, kiss em?
Bryan Denton: Let me get that correct; that's Snyder, as in "snide"? Smile, sir!
