Racetrack: Look at me, I'm the King Of New York!

David Jacobs: Why'd ya come back?
Jack: Well, I guess I can't be somethin' I ain't.
David Jacobs: What, a scab?
Jack: No, smart.

Racetrack: In 1899 the streets of New York City echoed with the vocies 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: 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 Kelley: Extry, extry, read all about it! Ellis Island in flames!
David Jacobs: Hey, where's that story?
Jack Kelley: Page nine.
David Jacobs: "Trash Fire Next To Immigration Building Terrifies Seagulls"?

Jack: We gotta get the word out to every newsie in the city! We need some of those...
David Jacobs: Ambassadors?
Jack: 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''s got a mind of its own.

Racetrack: You know that hot tip I told you about?
Jack: 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.

Jack Kelly: We was beat when we was born.

Spot Conlon: Your Honor, I object!
Judge E.A. Monaham: On what grounds?
Spot Conlon: On the grounds of Brooklyn!

Jack: 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: 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: 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: 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? 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.

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!

Spot Conlon: Have no fear, Brooklyn's here

David Jacobs: What do you think your doing?
Jack Kelly: Runnin'!

Teddy Roosevelt: Disgraceful Denty!

Spot Conlon: Never fear, Brooklyn is here.

Jack Kelly: Let's soak 'em for Crutchy!

Race: Glum or dumb. What's the matter with you. You're in the papes your famous. Your famous you get anything you want. That's so great about New York."

Jack: We've got to get the word out ta all the newsies in New York. I need some of those ah...what you call them.
David: Ambastors?
Jack: Yeah. Right you guys you got to be ambastards and go tell the other we're on strike.

Mush: So how'd you sleep Jack?
Jack: On me back Mush.
Mush: Ha ha. Hear that fellas? Hear what Jack said? I asked Jack how he slept and he said on me back Mush.

Spot Conlon: I say, that what you what I say.

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