Jack Kelly: Got no brains. Why we starting to fight each other? Its just what the big shots wanna see. That we're street trash, street rats with no brains. No respect for nothin' including ourselfs. So heres how it is if we don't act together then we nothin'. If we don't stick together we nothin'. And if we can't even trust each other, then we nothin'. So whats it gunna be?
Jack Kelly: No, it's 19, Weasel. It's 19. But don't worry about it. It's an honest mistake. I mean, Morris, he can't count to 20 with his shoes on.
Crutchy: But you can't let 'em beat you, right Jack? That's what you always said.
Jack Kelly: We was beat when we was born.
Jack Kelly: I'm just not used to havin' whether I stay or whether I go matter to anybody. I'm not sayin' that it should matter to you. I'm just sayin', um - but does it? Matter?
Jack Kelly: You shouldn't be callin' people lousy little shrimps, Oscar, unless you're referrin' to the family resemblance in your brother here.
Joseph Pulitzer: Know what I was doing at your age, boy? I was in a war. The Civil War.
Jack Kelly: Yeah, I heard of it. So, did ya win?
Joseph Pulitzer: People think war is about right or wrong and not power.
Jack Kelly: Yeah, I heard of that too. I don't just sell your papes, Joe. Sometime I read 'em.
Jack Kelly: It ain't lyin'. It's just improvin' the truth a little.
Spot Conlon: Where's my picture? Where does it mention me?
Jack Kelly: Stop thinking about yourself.
Mush: Howd'ya sleep, Jack?
Jack Kelly: On me back, Mush.
Jack Kelly: We gotta get the word out to every newsie in the city! We need some of those.
David Jacobs: Ambassadors?
Jack Kelly: Yeah, yeah. Okay, you guys gotta go out and be, uh, am-bastards.
Jack Kelly: Santa Fe, my old friend/I can't spend my whole life hiding/You're the only light that's guiding me today/Will you keep a candle burning?/Will you help me find my way?/You're my chance to break free/And who knows when my next one will be?/Santa Fe, wait for me.
Racetrack: You know that hot tip I told you about?
Jack Kelly: Yeah.
Racetrack: Nobody told the horse.
David Jacobs: All right, everyone just remain calm.
Jack Kelly: Let's soak 'em for Crutchy.
David Jacobs: Why'd ya come back?
Jack Kelly: Well, I guess I can't be somethin' I ain't.
David Jacobs: What, a scab?
Jack Kelly: No, smart.
Russell Baze: Come work at the mill. I told you Roach would give you a job.
Rodney Baze Jr.: No, man, I'd rather be fucking dead. Fuck the mill.
Russell Baze: Fuck the mill. I work at the mill, you little fucker. It's good enough for me, it was good enough for our dad.
Rodney Baze Jr.: The fucking mill killed our dad.
Russell Baze: You got a problem with me?
Harlan DeGroat: I got a problem with everybody.
Russell Baze: Hey, how you doing?
Rodney Baze Sr.: Okay.
Russell Baze: I'm here.
Rodney Baze Sr.: That's why I'm okay.
Alfred Borden: Everything's going to be all right, because I love you very much.
Sarah: Say it again.
Alfred Borden: I love you.
Sarah: Not today.
Alfred Borden: What do you mean?
Sarah: Well some days it's not true. Maybe today you're more in love with magic. I like being able to tell the difference, it makes the days it is true mean something.
Olivia Wenscombe: He wants me to come work for you and steal your secrets.
Alfred Borden: What does he need my secrets for? His trick is top-notch. He vanishes, and then he reappears instantly on the other side of the stage - mute, overweight, and unless I'm mistaken, very drunk. It's astonishing, how does he do it?
Alfred Borden: You went halfway around the world. You spent a fortune. You did terrible things. Really terrible things Robert. And all for nothing.
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