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