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: Whaí, I didnít do it!
Kloppman: What do you mean you didnít do it? You didnít get up!
Newsies: Papers is all I got
Wish I could catch a breeze
Sure hope the headlineís hot
All I can catch is fleas
God help me if itís 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: Whatís to start somebody else from selling our papes?
Jack: Well, we'll talk to 'em!
Racetrack: Some of them donít hear so good!
Jack: Well then weíll soak Ďem!
David: No! We canít beat up kids in the streets. Itíll give us a bad name.
Crutchy: Canít get any worse.
Newsies: When youíve 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 thoseÖ.whatídja call Ďem?
Jack: Yeah, right. Okay, you guys, you gotta be ambastards and go tell the other that weíre on strike.
David: Iíve never been to Brooklyn, have you?
Boots: I spent a month there one night.
Spot: Well, if it ainít 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 ledgeÖ.)
Racetrack: Hey, I give up. Alright, alright. I give up.
(Öthen 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 thatís what's so great about New York!
Kid Blink: A Saturday night with the mayorís 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 Ďstop soakiní the scabsí.
Racetrack: What are we supposed to do to the bums? Kiss Ďem?
Spot: Any scab I see I soak Ďem! Period!
Medda&Newsies: High times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes thereís nothing to eat
Denton: Let me get that correct. Thatís 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 ainít got five bucks. We donít even got five cents. Hey, yer honor, how Ďbout I roll you for it. Double or nothing?
David: Why didnít 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:Itís 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 itís future.
Crutchy: Psst! Jack! Look! I snitched it off Snyderís plate while I was serving him. Itís the biggest one. Oh, Mr. Snyder was eating good tonight. You know the stuff that we donít ever get? He got potatoes, olives, liver, bacon, sauerkraut. And guess what I done to his sauerkraut, huh?
Crutchy: But you canít let Ďem get you, right Jack? Thatís what you always said...
Jack: We was beat when we was born.
Less: Heís fooliní Ďem, so he can spy on Ďem or something. Yeah, yeah thatís it. Heís fooliní Ďem!
David: What? You couldnít stay away?
Jack: Well, I guess I canít be something I ainít.
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
Once and for all!
Work Kids: When youíve got a million voices singing who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
Jonathan: Itís awful. Everyoneís calling. Mr. Hearst, and Mr. Bennett, and the mayor in such awful language. The cityís at a stand still and they all blame the chief. Itís like the end of the World......oh dear, I didnít say that.
Pulitzer: Anyone who doesnít 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? Whoís press did you use to print this on? Whoís?
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.