All lines Flashcards
Jack: Hey crutchie, where you going? Morning bell ain’t rung yet. Get back to sleep.
I wanna get there before everybody. Ever since I got the polio, it takes me extra time to warm up my leg.
Jack: That bum pin of yours is a gold mine! You know how many newises fake a limp for sympathy? That’s why they call you “Crutchie”, cause they wish they had one too!
Yeah, “pretend” is one thing, but Synder gets the idea I can’t make it on my own for real, they’ll lock me up in The Refuge for good.
Jack: Don’t worry about nuthin’, I got your back. What d’ya think of my latest creation?
Jack, you’re a real Nickelangelo Dervinci! But how come you always drawing pictures of mountains and stuff?
Katherine: Gee, Thanks!
Hey, Jack, who’s dat?
Muriel: Crutchie, what’s the leg say? Gonna Rain?
No rain. Partly cloudy. Clear by evening.
Race: And the limp sells fifty papes a week all by itself
I don’t need the limp to sell papes. I got personality.
Morris: Make way/ Step aside.
Dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma? I fear the sewer may have backed up during the night.
Race: Or it could be…
…The Delancy brothers!
Oscar: So? It’s honest work
Beatin’ on defenseless workers?
Oscar: Till we took care of him.
Ow!
Jack: The newsies are my family. you mess with one of them, you mess with me.
And me!
Wiesel: Fifty for Race. Next!
Good morning, Mr. Wiesel.
Davey: I’m no charity case. I don’t even know you
This here is the famous Jakc Kelly. He once escaped jail on the back of Teddy Roosevelt’s carriage. Made all the papes. And I’m Casey, but my pals call me Crutchie.
Les: I’m ten. Almost
If anybody asks, you’re seven.
Davey: Who said we want a partner?
Sellin’ with Jack is the chance of a lifetime. You learn from him, you learn from the best.
Jack: ‘Cause this one’s mug could easy sell a thousand papes a week. Right Crutchie?
Look sad, kid.
We’re gonna make millions.
Les: Hey! Just sold my last paper.
Kid’s a natural Jack.
Woman: Oh, you dear thing. Of course I’ll take a newspaper. Here’s a dime.
Born to the breed
Jack: Yeah, sure, that makes sense. Too bad about your dad. Song starts
Jack it’s Synder! Run!
Jack: That was Synder the spider. A real sweetie.
Runs a jail for underage kids called the Refuge
Jack: The more kids they lock up, the more money the cuty pays ‘em
Problem is, all the money goes straight to Synders own pocket
Medda: Crutchie, hows the leg doing today?
Sunny with zero percent chance of rain!
Les: Hey jack, did you real escpae jail on the back of teddy roosevelt’s carriage?
He sure did!
Les: Why did they tell her to break a leg? Don’t they like her?
It means “good luck” in theatre lingo.
Buttons: A mudda and a fodder
Well, ain’t they the hoi polloi!?
Les: here it comes now
“New Newsie price: sixty cents per hundred. “
Albert: they jacked up the price for papes. ten cents more a hundred!
Thats crazy/whyyyyy
Jack:What’re you all standin’ around for?
Get a load of this Jack.
Race: Why not? its their paper
It’s their world
Jack: We got the right to protest
And we also got the right to starve. C’mon, let’s get our papes and hit the streets while we still can
Davey: And officers
I nominate Jack Kelly for president!
Jack: what do you say? do we roll over and let Pulitzer pick our pockets, or do we strike?
Strike!
Jack: Newsies of lower manhattan are now officialy on stike
What next?
Hazel: Okay, I don’t know what that means, but we sure scared the bejabbers outta Weasel!
Did you see the Delanceys? They didn’t know which was was up
Katherine: Asking a question. Have you got an answer? Why is everyone so afraid of Brooklyn?
‘Cause Spot Conlon is the toughest newsie in town!
Newises: Yeah!
You really think we could be in the papes?
Pigtails: They’re gonna pound us into smithereens!
Bring ‘em on I say!
Song: “But let us seize the day”
Hey, Jack. Look what I made! Good, huh? “Strike”
Muriel: If they think they can just waltz in here and take our jobs-
We can handle them!
Jack: Listen… Pulitzer thinks we’re gutter rats with no respect for nothin’, includin’ each other. Is that who we are?
No!
Synder: You can’t run forever, Kelly! Get him, Morris!
The newsies need you, Jack. Get outta here. I’ll hold ‘em off.
Crutchie: The newsies need you, Jack. Get outta here. I’ll hold ‘em off.
Whatsa mattah, morris? Can’t stay on your feet?
Run Jack! I got this!
Jack: Cruchie!
Jack! Run! Newsies Forever!
End of santa fe
“Dear Jack Greeting from the Refuge”
Newsies: Casey/who’s casey…
I’m Casey. But you can still call me Crutchie!
Newsies: Crutchie!
Newsies forever! And lookit what I got yis: a gift straight fomr the refuge. Now look who’s wearing the handcuffs!
Roosevelt: Jack, with those drawings you made ab eloquent argument for shutting down the refuge. be assured Warden Snyder’s abuses will be fully investigated
So long sucker!
Jack: Well, I guess with the strike settled, I probably should be hitting the road to santa fe…
You can’t leave now!
Katherine: Better yet: What’s New York got that Santa Fe ain’t?
New York’s got us. And we’re family. And we’re begging you to stay!
Wiesel: Papes for the newsies. Line up, now. These papes ain’t gonna sell themselves
What d’ya say brother… I got your back, you got mine. Deal?
