Spot: Never fear, Brooklyn's here.
Race: Look at this. Baby born with two heads. Must be from Brooklyn.

Jack: Headlines don't sell papes, Newsies sell papes.

Jack: Hey Race.
Race: Hey Jack.
Jack: How was your day at the track?
Race: You know that hot tip I told you about?
Jack: Yeah.
Race: Nobody told the horse.

Blink: They jacked up the price. Did you hear that Jack? Ten cents a hundred. You know it's bad enojgh that we got to eat what we don't sell. Now they jacked up the price. Can you believe that?

Blink: Tell 'em, Jack!

Spot: Well, if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.

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

Mush: Hey look at you, Jack. You look like a gentleman.
Jack: Will you get your fingers off of my face.
Spot: Where does it say my name? Where's my name?
Jack: Will you quit thinking about yourself.

Les: And this is my brother David. He's older.
Jack: Oh no kidding.

Crutchy: Hey, you're getting a chance of a lifetime here, Davey. You learn from Jack, you learn from the best.

David: Our father told us not to lie.
Jack: Yeah, well, mine told me not to starve. So we both go an education.

Les: Oh, that's how I made the quarter. The guy bet me I wouldn't drink some.

Sarah: What makes a headline good?
Jack: Well, you know... catchy words like maniac, or corpse, or um...let's see... lovenest or nude. *laugh* Oh excuse me, I think I'm talking to much.

Jack: Pipe down, it's just a gag. So why the jack-up weasel?
Weasel: Why not? *licks finger and checks the weather* It's a nice day.

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

Jack: So what about Brooklyn? Who wants Brooklyn? Come on Spot Conlon's territory. What's the matter? You scared of Brooklyn?
Boots: Hey we ain't scared of Brooklyn! Spot Conlon makes us a little nervous.

Jack: So this real snooty mug says to me, "You can't see Mr. Pulitzer. Nobody see Mr. Pulitzer." Real hoity-toity. You know the type.
Les: Real hoity-toity.
Jack: So that's when I said, "Listen I ain't in the habit of transactin' no business with office boys. So tell Pulitzer, Jack Kelly's here to see him now."
Les: That's when they threw us out.

Jack: So here it is. The refuge. My home sweet home.
David: How can you be sure they sent Crutchy here?
Jack: How can I be sure the Delancey's stink?

Jack: Let's soak 'em for Crutchy.

Jack: So we should do something that's so big the other papes are gonna feel stupid if they try and ignore us.

Crutchy: I never heard of him, honest. It's this brain of mine. It's always makin' mistakes. It's got a mind of it's own. Can I get you anything else Mr. Snyder. Goodbye, Mr. Snyder.

Dutchy: So did I spell it right, Kloppman?

Race: Oh, you mean Jack Kelly. Yeah, he was here, but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.

Race: What are we suppose to do to the bums? Kiss 'em?

Spot: I says whatever you says is what I says.

Spot: Hey you honor. I object.
Judge: On what grounds?
Spot: On the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor.

Pulitzer: You know what I was doing at your age boy? I was in a war. A civil war.
Jack: Yeah, I heard of it. So did you win.

Jack: I must have you scared pretty bad old men.

David: What you couldn't stay away?
Jack: Well, I can't be something I ain't.
David: Scab?
Jack: No, smart.

Jack: We beat 'em!

Crutchy: Remember what I told you Mr. Snyder. The first thing you do in jail, make friends with the rats. Share what you got in common.

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

David: I don't want your papers. I don't take charities from nobody. I don't care to. Here are your papes.

Jack: We hold this town together. Without Newsies nobody knows nothing.

Jack: Well, listen. One things for sure. If we don't sell papes, then nobody sells papes. Nobody comes through those gates til they put the price back to where it was.
Dave: What do you mean? Like a strike?
Jack: Yeah, like a strike.

Crutchy to Jack: Hey what are you hangin' around here for, huh?

Pulitzer: People think the war is about right or wrong, and not about power.

Pulitzer: Power of the press is the greatest powers of them all. I tell how the city to think, I tell how the city to vote.