Quotes from NEWSIES
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Here are a selection of quotes from the movie. These are the quotes that I personally liked...so if you don't think they belong here...keep it to yourself!

Racetrack: In 1899, the streets of New York City echoed with the voices of newsies, peddling the newspapers of Joseph Pulitzer, William Randolp Hearst, and other giants of the newspaper world. On every street corner you saw them carrying the banner, bringing the news for a penny a pape. Poor orphans and runaways, the newsies were a ragged army, without a leader, until one day when all that changed.


Kloppman: Skittery! Skittery! Skittery!
Skittery: Wha’, I didn’t do it!
Kloppman: What do you mean you didn’t do it? You didn’t get up!


Newsies: Papers is all I got
Wish I could catch a breeze
Sure hope the headline’s hot
All I can catch is fleas
God help me if it’s not
Somebody help me please


Racetrack: Dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma? I fear the sewers may have backed up during the night!
Boots: Nah! Too rotten to be the sewers!
Crutchy: It must be...the Delancey bruddahs!


Racetrack: Look at this, 'Baby Born With Two Heads'. Must be from Brooklyn.


Pulitzer: Then we need to make more money. You do not penny pinch when you're in a war, Seitz. Victory means everything. Now, when I created the world... what is that deafening noise?
Jonathan: Just the newsies, sir. I'll go have them quieted.
Pulitzer: Never mind the newsies. Where was I?
Seitz: Creating the world, Chief.


Jack: Extra! Extra! Ellis Island in flames!
David: Wait, where's that story?
Jack: Thank you sir. Page 9. Thousands flee in panic. Thank you. Much obliged to you, ladies.
David: 'Trash Fire Next To Immigration Building Terrifies Seagulls'??
Jack: Terrified flight of inferno!! Thousands of lives at stake! Extra! Extra! Thank you sir. Extra! Extra!


David: My father taught us not to lie.
Jack: Well, mine told me not to starve, so we both got an education.


Jack: For a dreamer, night's the only time of day


Jack: How was your day at the track?
Racetrack: Remember that hot tip I told you about? Nobody told the horse.


Racetrack: Jack, you done thinkin' yet?


David: Jack, I was only joking. We can't go on strike, we don't have a union.
Jack: But, if we go on strike, then we are a union, right?
David: No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no money.


Boots: What’s to start somebody else from selling our papes?
Jack: Well, we'll talk to 'em!
Racetrack: Some of them don’t hear so good!
Jack: Well then we’ll soak ‘em!
David: No! We can’t beat up kids in the streets. It’ll give us a bad name.
Crutchy: Can’t get any worse.


Newsies: When you’ve got a hundred voices singing, who can hear a lousy whistle blow?


Jack: We gotta get word out to all the newsies of New York. I need some of those….what’dja call ‘em?
David: Ambassadors?
Jack: Yeah, right. Okay, you guys, you gotta be ambastards and go tell the other that we’re on strike.


David: I’ve never been to Brooklyn, have you?
Boots: I spent a month there one night.


Spot: Well, if it ain’t Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.


Newsies: Proud and defiant, we'll slay the giant


Spot: Never fear, Brooklyn is here!


(The newsies start to soak the distribution square, the Brooklyn boys using their sling shots. Racetrack throws his hands in the air and sits on a ledge….)
Racetrack: Hey, I give up. Alright, alright. I give up.
(…then kicks the guy in the crotch)


Racetrack: You get your picture in the papes, you're famous. You're famous, you get anything you want. And that’s what's so great about New York!


Kid Blink: A Saturday night with the mayor’s daughter!


Newsies: Fortune found me, Fate just crowned me.


Racetrack: Oh, you mean Jack Kelly. Yeah, he was here, but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.


Jack: But also, we gotta get smart and start listening to my pal David, who says ‘stop soakin’ the scabs’.
Racetrack: What are we supposed to do to the bums? Kiss ‘em?
Spot: Any scab I see I soak ‘em! Period!


Medda&Newsies: High times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes there’s nothing to eat


Denton: Let me get that correct. That’s Snyder, as in Snide? Smile, sir.


Spot: Hey, yer honor, I object!
Monahan: On what grounds?
Spot: On the grounds of Brooklyn, yer honor.
Monahan: I fine each of you five dollars, or two weeks confinement in the House of Refuge.
Racetrack: Whoa. We ain’t got five bucks. We don’t even got five cents. Hey, yer honor, how ‘bout I roll you for it. Double or nothing?


David: Why didn’t the Sun print the story?
Denton: Because it never happened.
Racetrack: What do you mean it never happened? You were there!
Kid Blink: You wrote it!
Denton:It’s not in the papers, it never happened.


Pulitzer: Power of the press is the greatest power of them all. I tell this city how to think. I tell this city how to vote. I shape it’s future.


Crutchy: Psst! Jack! Look! I snitched it off Snyder’s plate while I was serving him. It’s the biggest one. Oh, Mr. Snyder was eating good tonight. You know the stuff that we don’t ever get? He got potatoes, olives, liver, bacon, sauerkraut. And guess what I done to his sauerkraut, huh?


Crutchy: But you can’t let ‘em get you, right Jack? That’s what you always said...
Jack: We was beat when we was born.


Less: He’s foolin’ ‘em, so he can spy on ‘em or something. Yeah, yeah that’s it. He’s foolin’ ‘em!


David: What? You couldn’t stay away?
Jack: Well, I guess I can’t be something I ain’t.
David: A scab?
Jack: No, smart.


Denton: Sometimes, all it takes is a voice, one voice, then a thousand, unless it's silenced.


Newsies: This is for kids shining shoes in the street
With no shoes on their feet every day
This is for guys sweatin' blood in the shops
While the bosses and cops look away


Newsies: Five thousand fists in the sky
Five thousand reasons to try
We're goin' over the wall
Better to die than to crawl
Either we stand or we fall
For once
Once and for all!


Work Kids: When you’ve got a million voices singing who can hear a lousy whistle blow?


Jonathan: It’s awful. Everyone’s calling. Mr. Hearst, and Mr. Bennett, and the mayor in such awful language. The city’s at a stand still and they all blame the chief. It’s like the end of the World......oh dear, I didn’t say that.


Pulitzer: Anyone who doesn’t act in their own self-interest is a fool.
David: Then what does that make you?


Pulitzer: I ordered a printing ban on all strike matters. Now, who defied me? Who’s press did you use to print this on? Who’s?
Jack: Well, we only use the best, Joe. So, I just want to say, thanks again.


Crutchy: Ah, remember what I told ya, Mr. Snyder. The first thing ya do in jail, make friends with the rats. Share what you got in common.