Newsies (1992) Musical Edit

A lot of people make money that way.

A newsie rally with all the kids from all over New York.

A real crip ain't got a chance.

A scab?

Aaah!

Aaah! [GROANING]

About all these sweatshop kids listening to me?

Actually, I ain't walkin' so good.

After him!

Ah ha!

Ah, you gonna be requiring anything else this evening?

All of them.

All over.

All right, everyone remain calm!

All right, keep me informed.

All right, let me think about it.

All right, yeah!

All right!

All right! A platen press!

All right.

All right.

All those words you said, those were mine.

An orphan gets arrested,

And all the others. After all, you're their leader.

And Dave can keep us company.

And Denton?

And he's leadin' this army of lawyers and cops...

And I did nothing...

And if Spot Conlon joins the strike, then they'll join.

And it would be you who put him there.

And more than just half of one.

And other giants of the newspaper world.

And probably everywhere else.

And that the court order his incarceration until the age of 21...

And the mayor, and such awful language.

And then a thousand...

And this is my brother, David. He's older.

And this so called headline drags on for infinity.

And...

Any of you boys ever heard of Jack Kelly?

Any scab I see, I soak 'em, period.

Anyone who doesn't act in his own self interest...

Anyway, I came to tell you fellas good bye.

Anyway, it's like the Waldorf out here,

Are any of you represented by counsel?

Are we gonna take what they give us or are we gonna strike?

Are you all right?

Are you bribin' me, Joe?

As long as they got the power.

As newspapermen, he and I would cut each other's throats to get an advantage.

As soon as they find the right ranch, they're gonna send for me.

Assault, resisting arrest.

At least half of what I wish for you.

Atta boy!

Atta boy!

Attempted? Last time wasn't an attempted escape.

Away from the Refuge, these foul streets.

Back to my old job as "The Sun's" ace war correspondent.

Bad idea, Chief.

Be cause enough, Mayor?

Beat it! It's the Bulls!

Because you spend as much as you make trying to beat Hearst.

Besides, I got family here.

Bill?

Boots!

BOY: Extra! Extra!

BOY: Hey, Crutchy, come on outta there.

BOY: Move it! Go! Go!

Brilliant performance, Jackie, brilliant!

Brilliant, Jonathan, brilliant.

Bringin' you the news for a penny a pape.

Brooklyn! Brooklyn!

Bryan Denton of “The Sun." How do you do, sir?

Bumlets, Specs, Skittery, take Queens.

But a dime a day and a few black eyes?

But also, also we gotta get smart...

But as gentlemen and as businessmen,

But does it... matter?

But he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.

But I ain't got a cute, little brother like Les to front for me.

But I got brains too.

But look how he covers the strike. Look, look, look!

But that's fine. We'll just get tougher with it.

But you can't let him beat ya, right, Jack?

But you never had the guts to put 'em across yourself.

But your family's real nice, Dave, like mine.

Buy me last pape, lady?

By tonight.

C'mon, c'mon. Hurry up! C'mon, c'mon.

C'mon, move it. Go, go, go!

Can I get you anything else, Mr. Snyder?

Carry your banner. Sell the papers!

Carryin' the banner!

Carryin' the banner!

Case of Jack Kelly. Inciting to riot,

Catchy words like "maniac" or "corpse"...

Challenge.

Charge the newsies more for their papers?

Charged up San Juan Hill with Colonel Teddy Roosevelt.

Cheese it! Cheese it!

Chief?

Cigar, sir?

Clear out, give him room. Give him some room!

Come here, David.

Come here, you dirty, rotten scabber!

Come here!

Come on, come on.

Come on, fellas! Wait up!

Come on, Les. You wanna shine my shoes?

Come on, Spot Conlon's territory.

Come on!

Come on! Run!

Come with us, Cowboy. We're gonna go fix your pal Davey.

Convicted thief.

Could he drop me at the train yards?

Cowboy, you miss the joint?

Crutchy, Jack.

CRUTCHY: Teddy Roosevelt.

CRUTCHY: This is wonderful! Hey, Jack, how you doin'?

David,

David, it's time to come in now.

DAVID: Get outta here now!

DAVID: I'll get the knife.

DAVID: I've never been to Brooklyn, have you?

DAVID: Les, get outta here, go!

DAVID: So is Spot Conlon really dangerous?

David?

Dear me, what have we here?

DENTON: We need a printing press.

DENTON: What is this strike? What's going on?

DENTON: Where do we start?

Did ya hear that, Jack? Ten cents a 100.

Did you mean what you wrote here?

Did you sleep out there all night?

Disgraceful, Denty! Those poor boys!

Do we think street rats like us can make any difference?

Does it scare ya? You're goin'up against the most powerful man in New York City.

Don't worry about it, me and Dave can carry you out.

Don't worry. He's got no place to go.

Done thinkin' yet?

Double down, boys, double down.

Echoed with the voices of newsies...

Escaped criminal?

Esther, maybe David's partner would like to join us for dinner?

ESTHER: A piece for David.

ESTHER: And what is this, David?

Every day you're losing thousands of dollars...

Everybody, what are ya doin'?

Everybody. We have to talk.

Excuse me, aren't you Warden Snyder?

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Excuse me. Maybe I'm talkin' too much.

Extra, extra! "Ellis Island in flames!"

Extra! Extra!

Extra! Extra! "Trolley strike drags on!"

Extra! Extra! Thank you, sir.

Extry! Extry!

Extry! Extry! Joe!

Fellas, fellas. Blink.

Five to one the cowboy skunks 'em. Who's bettin'?

Followed by an additional six months for attempted escape.

For my own good and what he kicks back to you.

For the first time in my life I got money in my pockets. Real money!

For Third Week."

Francis Sullivan,

Free!

Fugitive from one of your prisons.

Gently, Dave, gently.

Get back!

Get down.

Get him inside.

Get outta here! Go!

Get over here!

Get ready for work!

Get up, boy. Come on, come on.

Get up. When you get up, you have to get up!

Give him whatever means he requires. I want this nonsense done with.

Give me your answer in the morning.

Give to the newsie strike fund, mister?

Go back to the Refuge tonight. Think about it.

Go get the cake your mother's hiding in the cabinet.

Go on, tell him.

Go right ahead.

Go tell him, Jack!

Go up on the roof.

Go up there. All right, no, go here.

Goin' somewhere, Kelly?

Good bye, Mr. Snyder.

Good, 'cause I made you breakfast.

Good, very good, sir.

Got a problem?

Great view and cool air.

Guess what I done to his sauerkraut, huh?

Gumdrops, gumdrops. Licorice whips.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Hangin' on your every word.

Happy birthday, Papa.

Has something more important to do.

Have another big rally and get the word out to all the sweatshop kids?

He can't do that no matter what it costs. Am I right, Joe?

He come stormin' into the Refuge wavin' his walkin' stick like a sword.

He looks just like his self.

He said beat it.

He was concerned about us bein' serious.

He's a tightwad, that's why.

He's an escapee from The House of Refuge...

He's been living at large under the alias of Jack Kelly.

He's foolin' 'em so he can spy on 'em or something.

He's got no union to protect him.

He's here.

He's just a child. Why don't you pick on someone your own size?

He's no good to them anymore so they fired him.

Headlines don't sell papes. Newsies sell papes.

Hello, newsies! What's new?

Hey,

Hey, Boots, how's it rollin'?

Hey, cheese it!

Hey, cheese it! Cheese it, it's the Bulls!

Hey, come here! Sullivan, I gotcha!

Hey, Cowboy, nice shiner.

Hey, Cowboy. Hey, Cowboy, you dreamin' about sellin' papers?

Hey, Crutchy.

Hey, Davey, they still talk about how Jack rode outta here on that coach.

Hey, David.

Hey, Denton, I guess we made all the papes this time.

Hey, fellas, they're over here.

Hey, fellas!

Hey, guys, don't. Hey, what ya doin'?

Hey, hey, big time.

Hey, hey, hey. Break it up.

Hey, hey, you got your papes. Now beat it.

Hey, I give up. All right, I give up.

Hey, I got a couple of real good shooters here.

Hey, Jack, when I walk, does it look like I'm fakin' it?

Hey, kid, can you read? Read that.

Hey, listen, Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect...

Hey, Mr. Denton!

Hey, no drinkin'on the job. It's bad for business.

Hey, Spot!

Hey, that's Jack.

Hey, what is this?

Hey, you guys, to our man Denton.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! It's the Bulls!

Heya, Mr. Snyder, how was your supper?

Heya, Mr. Weisel.

His mother's deceased, his father's a convict.

Hiya, boys.

Hiya, Jackie Boy.

Hiya, Weasel.

Hold it right there.

How can I be sure the Delanceys stink?

How can you be sure they sent Crutchy here?

How do I know you got what it takes to win?

How do I know you punks won't run the first time some goon comes at you?

How you doin', Jack?

Huh, huh?

Huh?

Hurry up! Get the lead outta your pants.

Hurry up.

Hurry! Go, go, go!

Hurry.

I asked Jack how he slept and he said, "On me back, Mush."

I believe you know him because you... appointed him.

I bet it was the mayor, right?

I can get outta here and go to Santa Fe.

I can't afford to be a kid no more, Dave.

I could see you released tomorrow free and clear...

I definitely think we should forget about it for a little while.

I do now.

I don't believe it.

I don't do nuttin' the guys who write it don't do.

I don't take charity from anybody, I don't even know you, I don't care to.

I don't think they're just going to go away, Chief.

I don't understand you.

I don't want nobody carryin' me.

I don't want your papes.

I don't write anything I don't mean.

I fear the sewer may have backed up during the night.

I figure we can peddle a thousand a week,

I fine each of you $5.00,

I gave you the chance to be free. I don't understand.

I got more on the way and as soon as I collect, I'm gone, all right?

I got my own place.

I gotta find a new sellin' spot where they ain't used to seeing me.

I have reason to believe that he is an escaped prisoner, possibly dangerous.

I have several proposals. First,

I have the power to see that you stay locked in the Refuge.

I have to have a paper to write for.

I heard about your wonderful work with the children.

I heard of that too. I don't just sell your papers, Joe, sometimes I read 'em.

I just gotta make sure you stay there.

I just hope I get to thank him for it some day.

I know we need to make more money. That's why we're here.

I like it. Yeah.

I mean, he's gonna be an ace war correspondent.

I mean, there's nothin' for me to stay for, is there?

I must have you scared pretty bad, old man.

I need some of those, uh, what do you call 'em?

I never heard of him, honest.

I offer you freedom and money just to work for me again.

I paid for 20 and I only got 19.

I promised that if you defied me, I would break you.

I said don't rip it.

I said you might need a lift somewhere. He's glad to oblige.

I say that what you say...

I sent for the police. They must be here by now.

I should...

I spent a month there one night.

I tell this city how to think.

I tell this city how to vote.

I thought you'd feel this way, Governor.

I told ya a million times, the name is Weisel,

I told ya, I told ya!

I wanna know everything that's going on.

I wanna know how I can get more of it...

I want an example made.

I want this rabble he's roused to see what happens...

I want you to read it, at least.

I was in a war!

I was starvin' so I stole some food.

I wondered if I might get an interview.

I would be blackballed from every paper in the country.

I... shape its future.

I'd be honored.

I'd like you to know that when you were taking a nap this afternoon...

I'll be back sleepin' on the streets.

I'll fight to that.

I'll keep that promise, boy.

I'll meet you guys at the square.

I'll murder ya!

I'll pay the fines,

I'm a newspaperman.

I'm comin'.

I'm having a few friends for cards tonight,

I'm just sayin', um...

I'm just thinking about one future and that's mine.

I'm not goin' back to jail, Joe.

I'm not running any further.

I'm not sayin' it should matter to you.

I'm perusin' the merchandise, Mr. Weasel.

I'm savin' it.

I'm with "The New York Sun." I'm Bryan Denton.

I've had enough birthdays. This is a celebration.

If it's not in the papers, it never happened.

If Joe gives in to nobodies like us,

If this boy is a fugitive,

If we don't sell papes, then nobody sells papes.

If we don't stick together, can't trust each other, then we're nothin'.

If we get violent, it's playin' into their hands.

If we stick together like the trolley workers, they can't break us up.

If Weasel catches us, we're all in the slam.

If you do this, every newsie we've got will head for Hearst.

If you got half of one, you'll listen.

If you raised it to, what?

In the back, you lousy shrimp.

In the hope that we may yet guide him to a useful and productive life.

Incentive, make them work harder, sell more papers.

Is a fool.

Is he a friend of yours?

Is he a newsie or what? Hey, hey, hey.

Is it all right if we stay here for a while?

Is what I say.

It ain't fair. We got no rights at all.

It ain't lyin'. It's improvin' the truth a little.

It definitely adds up, sir.

It don't make no sense, all the money Pulitzer's makin'. Why would he gouge us?

It must be the Delancey brudders.

It was great. She is beautiful.

It will end, boy, make no mistake, without you.

It's a nice day.

It's a rigged deck. They got all the marbles.

It's about time, South, where you been?

It's all bigger.

It's an honest mistake.

It's awful, everyone's calling. Mr. Hearst, Mr. Benton...

It's bad enough we gotta eat what we don't sell.

It's been nice chattin' with you, Joe, but I gotta be going now.

It's Denton's article.

It's gettin' late. My parents are gonna be worried.

It's going to be awfully rough on those children.

It's got a mind of its own.

It's gotta be at least 50/50.

It's Jack.

It's just me. I gotta look out for myself.

It's just the way things work.

It's just what the big shots wanna see.

It's just, there's so many fake crips on the street today,

It's like the end of the world. Oh, dear, I didn't say that.

It's nice of Mr. Pulitzer to let us use his press.

It's no game I'm playing.

It's only the beginning. The longer I work, the more money I'll make.

It's Snyder... right there.

It's the biggest one. Oh, Mr. Snyder was eating good tonight.

It's the same sun as here.

It's the trolley strike, Dave, these dumbasses must not have joined.

It's this brain. It's always makin' mistakes.

It's very fair.

Jack Kelly, my parents.

Jack, come on!

Jack, I was joking. We can't strike, we don't have a union.

Jack, Jack! It's the Bulls! It's the Bulls, let me down!

Jack, let's get outta here.

Jack, look at me, will ya? Come on, it's me, Mush.

Jack, so where's Spot?

Jack, why don't we go back to my place and divvy up?

Jack, why don't you stay here tonight?

Jack, you ought to have seen it.

JACK: Hurry up, c'mon. C'mon, hurry up.

JACK: I gotta say from what I saw today,

JACK: It ain't about the money, Dave.

JACK: We beat 'em!

Jack!

Jack! Boys! Freeze!

Jackie Boy's newsies is playin' like they're goin' on strike.

Judge E.A. Monahan presiding.

Judge Monahan, I'll speak for this young man.

Just 'til the problem outside goes away.

Just give me the means and I'll take care of them for ya.

Just move it along, Warden Snyder.

Just shut your mouth and listen to me.

Just tell him Jack Kelly's here to see him now."

Just the newsies, sir. I'll go have them quieted.

Just to beat us out of one lousy tenth of a cent.

Keep talkin', Jack. Tell us what to do.

Kelly, Jack Kelly.

KLOPPMAN: I better look in my files.

Know how to read?

Know what I was doing when I was your age, boy?

Lads, whatever you'd like.

LADY: What is going on there?

Last year I covered the war in Cuba.

Leave him alone!

Leave my sister alone!

Les,

LES: ♫ Come back my lovey dovey baby ♪

LES: All this for one sip of beer?

LES: Run, get outta here! Don't come back.

Les!

Let go of me! Stop it!

Let him think!

Let me get that correct. "Snider" as in snide?

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's soak 'em for Crutchy.

Like this.

Like you said, I still got things to do.

Listen, Dave's right.

Listen, do me a favor, spot me 50 papes, huh?

Listen, I don't need you, pal.

Listen, one thing for sure,

Look at him in his little suit. Ya bum! I'll soak ya!

Look at me, I'm tremblin'.

Look at me! What're you doing?

Look at this: "Baby Born With Two Heads." Must be from Brooklyn.

Look at this. He slept through it.

Look out here. Right out here is right where your power ends!

Look out!

Look. I snitched it off of Snyder's plate when I was serving him.

Looks like old man Pulitzer never threw anything away.

MAN: All rise. All rise. Court is now in session.

MAN: Come here, ya... Come on!

MAN: Miss Medda Larkson.

MAN: Oh, well, about ready to wrap up for the night.

MAN: Stop, you! Stop, I say!

MAN: The news is slow, Mr. Pulitzer.

Maybe if we got every newsie in New York, but...

Maybe it's only gonna get tougher from now on.

Maybe the kid'll soften him up a bit.

Maybe we ought to ease off a little.

Maybe we're movin' too soon, maybe we ain't ready.

Maybe, maybe you'd like a new suit of your own, huh?

MAYER: I'll make them.

Mayer.

MAYOR: Of course, the city is very concerned...

Medda, thanks. I gotta run.

MEDDA: Racetrack!

Mine told me not to starve, so we both got an education.

Miss Medda Larkson, the Swedish meadowlark.

Mmm. Well, no no no no no.

Money. You understand?

More when the headlines are good.

Morris, he can't count to 20 with his shoes on.

Move along, boy.

Move it, move it! Move it!

Mr. Gammon owns, what? "The New York Sun."

Mr. Pulitzer, sir.

Mr. Weasel.

Mr. Weisel to you.

My home, sweet home.

My paper's the only one printin' any strike news so far.

Near ten, that's no good. If anyone asks, say you're seven.

Never fear, Brooklyn is here.

Never heard of him.

Never mind the newsies. [Chuckling]

Never, d'ya hear?

Newspaper friends, Willie Hearst, Gordon Bennett.

Next!

Next.

No one sees Mr. Pulitzer." Real hoity toity, you know.

No respect for nothin' including ourselves.

No, I just want my paper.

No, it's 19, Weasel. But don't worry about it.

No, Jack, it's over.

No, smart.

No, Teddy Roosevelt. You ever heard of him?

No, thanks.

No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no money.

No!

No!

No!

No! For God's sake!

No! That's what they want us to do.

No? Ah, tsk, tsk.

No. Good, good.

Nobody ain't gonna listen to us, unless we make 'em.

Nobody comes through those gates 'til they put the price back where it was.

Nobody told the horse.

Nonsense, nonsense. It'll be good for them.

Not anymore. Not from the likes of him.

Not customer price, the price to the distribution apparatus.

Not even "The Sun."

Not quietly. Not quietly!

Now if we do it, Hearst and I, if we do it,

Now they jacked up the price! Can you believe that?

Now who defied it?

Now your partner, what's his name, David? I understand he has a family.

Now, Jack, just don't...

Oh boy, how?

Oh, are you all right?

Oh, aren't you the cutest fellow that ever was.

Oh, I miss seeing you up in the balcony.

Oh, Jack! Jack, it's a trick!

Oh, Kelly!

Oh, sure, stay as long as you like.

Oh, then Hearst undersells me and I'm in the poorhouse.

Oh, this way, please.

Oh, yeah, run, Davey.

Oh, yeah, this kid is really good.

Oh, yeah, yeah?

Oh, yeah. Not like last time.

Oh, you are good.

Oh, you want to talk to him. Come on, sure.

Oh!

Oh! Dangerous?

Okay, jump.

On every corner, you saw 'em carryin' the banner,

On the grounds of Brooklyn, Your Honor.

On what grounds?

One trick, Cowboy, and it's right back to the Refuge.

One voice that becomes a hundred,

Oooh!

Or two weeks'confinement in The House of Refuge.

Or um, let's see, "love nest" or "nude."

Oscar and Morris kinda worked me over a little.

Our visitor.

Out, out, out, out!

Owww!

Owww!

Papa's so proud of you and David.

Pay the clerk. Move it along.

Pay the clerk. Move it along.

Peddling the newspapers of Joseph Pulitzer, William Randolph Hearst...

People think that wars are about right or wrong.

Perhaps you'll join us.

Pipe down, it's just a gag.

Please.

Poor orphans and runaways,

Potatoes, olives, even bacon, sauerkraut.

Power of the press is the greatest power of them all.

Psst, Jack.

Pulitzer and Hearst and all them rich fellas,

PULITZER: Go home to your mothers and fathers!

PULITZER: I ordered a printing ban on all strike matters.

PULITZER: Shut the windows! Close the windows!

Push me.

Putting me in jail is not gonna stop them.

Racetrack, watch him.

RACETRACK: Come on, get the lead out of your pants.

RACETRACK: Come on, you grafters, cross the line.

RACETRACK: Oh, you mean Jack Kelly!

RACETRACK: They can do whatever they want, it's their stinkin'paper.

RACETRACK: You ain't seein'things. That's Jack.

Read all about it.

Read that, all right?

Remember Crutchy?

Remember me and Teddy Roosevelt and the carriage?

Remember... one trick and I go straight to Mr. Pulitzer.

Right hook. Hey, come on.

Right, Denton?

Runnin'!

Salary cuts, particularly those at the top.

Sarah, I'm just not used to havin'...

SARAH: I got the plates.

SARAH: Stop it!

SARAH: Stop it! Leave him alone!

Sarah.

See you tomorrow.

Seize the day, huh, Jack?

Sell the pape! Sell the pape!

Sell the papers. What are you doin'? Sell the papers.

Send 'em in, Seitz. Send 'em in.

Seven days a week. [Adding Machine Sounds]

SEVERAL BOYS: Nah! Bum odds.

Share what you got in common.

Show's over, Cowboy.

Sit!

Sleep well, Cowboy?

Sleeper!

Smile, sir.

Snipeshooter, go with 'em.

Snitch. Get up. C'mon, everybody's sleepin'.

Snyder makes sure he gets sent here so he can rehabilitate him.

So am I, boy.

So happens I know a guy with a printing press.

So here's how it is. If we don't act together, we're nothin'.

So how come you brought the rope?

So how did your pop get hurt?

So how's the headline today?

So I just wanna say,

So let me spell it out for ya.

So my name's really gonna be in the papers?

So ordered!

So this is why you didn't escape last night.

So this real snooty mug says, "You can't see Mr. Pulitzer.

So we gotta stay in the papes.

So we should do somethin' that's so big...

So we've been talkin' to other newsies all around the city.

So what do you say, Spot?

So what, you get your picture in the papes? What's that get ya?

So when's the others comin', kid?

So with my experience and their hard work,

So, did ya miss me, Weasel? Did ya? Did ya miss me?

So, here are your papes.

So, here it is, The Refuge.

So, I'll consider that an investment. We sell together, we split...

So, is the newsies' strike important? It depends on you.

So, maybe we get a good headline tomorrow.

So, yes, I meant it.

So'd I spell it right, Kloppman?

Soak 'em!

Sometimes all it takes is a voice.

Speaking as one professional to another, I'd say you've got a great future.

Spot Conlon makes us a little nervous.

Stay back!

Stop "The World." No more papes.

Stop and think about this, Jack!

Stop that infernal noise! Go home!

Stop, you're hurting him. No! Leave him alone!

Story I wrote about the rally.

Strike! Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

Sullivan!

Take this. Read these.

Talk about the...coming election.

Tell 'em that they can't treat us like we don't exist.

Tell me I'm just seein' things. Just tell me I'm seein' things.

Terrified flight from inferno!

Thank you.

Thank you. Much obliged to you.

Thanks again.

Thanks for teachin' me about it.

Thanks for the advice, Governor.

Thanks for what you've done, but you get outta here.

Thanks, Davey.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Thanks. Another 50 for my friend here.

That ain't good enough, Jackie Boy.

That and a lot of other things, including Jack Kelly, which is what my mudder called me.

That means we got the power.

That multiplied by 40,000 papers a day. [Making Adding Machine Sounds]

That Spot Conlon is the most respected and famous newsie in all of New York.

That this event doesn't get out of hand, but...

That was a very important story.

That we're street trash, street rats with no brains,

That worked good. What else?

That's a good idea. Any newsie don't join,

That's all Mr. William Randolph Hearst has too.

That's for your birthday tomorrow.

That's good 'cause we don't need you.

That's good. That's good.

That's how he stole him from us. It's not the headlines, Chief.

That's how I made the quarter. The guy bet me I wouldn't drink some.

That's not good to do that, not healthy.

That's right, it's an insult. So's this.

That's Santa Fe, New Mexico.

That's the power of the press, Joe.

That's unusual name for these parts.

That's what you always say.

That's where we saw Crutchy.

The choice has gotta be yours.

The city thrives on child labor.

The city's at a standstill and they all blame the chief.

The factory. It was an accident.

The first thing you do in jail, make friends with the rats.

The governor's very grateful you brought this problem to his attention.

The guy chasing me is Snyder. He's the warden.

The guy gave me a quarter!

The ink is wet. The presses are rollin'!

The more kids in The Refuge, the more money the city sends to take care of'em,

The more Snyder sticks in his pocket.

The name of the game is volume, Dave.

The newsies were a ragged army without a leader.

The newsies, who were the..."

The other papers are gonna feel stupid if they ignore us.

The owner thinks I should only cover the really important stories.

The owners decreed that it not be in the papers, therefore...

The Refuge is this jail for kids.

The rights of the workin' boys of New York.

The strike leader who occasionally takes his meals with us.

The trolley strike's all we got.

The walking mouth.

Them words there, they all about us?

Then the other papers will do it.

Then we need to make more profits.

Then you are going back to school like you promised.

Then you go wherever you want to buy a ticket for.

There he goes!

There's a lot of people out there! They ain't gonna go away!

There's a lot of us and we ain't goin' away.

There's lots of money down there in those streets, gentlemen.

There's not much chance of that...

There's one way to find out.

These circulation wars are cutting into our profits...

They ain't comin'. Ain't gonna be nobody but us.

They can't do this to me, Jack.

They can't get away with this.

They don't always fire you, David.

They got voices now and they're gonna be listened to.

They hurt ya?

They jacked up the price.

They own this city.

They should see justice in action.

They sleep, sleep. They sleep their life away, these kids.

They want me to leave right away.

They'll look on it... as a challenge.

They're chirpin' in my ear.

They're gonna be playing with my hands.

They're not. They're about power.

They're over here.

They're terrified that the newsies strike will spread.

They're waitin' to see what Spot Conlon does. You're the key.

Things from Harlem, Queens.

This ain't happening! What are you doin', Jack?

This ain't what they say, it's what we say.

This big shot gave me a ride out in his carriage.

This boy's real name is Francis Sullivan.

This is a new member of our little group, Mr. Gammon.