Newsies (1992)

Jack Kelly: So what do you say, Spot?
Spot Conlon: I say... that what you say... is what I say.

Racetrack: I say, that what Spot Conlon says, is what I say.

Spot Conlon: Your honor, I object.
Judge Monahan: On what grounds?
Spot Conlon: On the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor.

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.

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: Jack Kelly? Yeah, he was here, but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.

Newsies: We need a good assassination, we need an earthquake or a war.
Snipeshooter: How 'bout a crooked politician?
Newsies: Hey, stupid, that ain't news no more.

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.

Spot Conlon: Where's my picture? Where does it mention me?
Jack Kelly: Stop thinking about yourself.

Kid Blink: They jacked up the price. You hear that? Ten cents a hundred! Ya know, it's bad enough that we gotta eat what we don't sell. Now they jacked up the price! Can you believe that?

Pulitzer: Now when I created the World.

Kid Blink: I smell money.
Crutchy: You smell foul.

Bryan Denton: Sometimes all it takes is a voice, one voice that becomes a hundred, then a thousand, unless it's silenced.

Kid Blink: Hey bummas, we'se got work to do.
Specs: Since when did you become me mudda?

Kloppman: Jack Kelly? Nope never heard of him. Boys?
Specs: That's an unusual name for these parts.

Mush: Howd'ya sleep, Jack?
Jack Kelly: On me back, Mush.

Teddy Roosevelt: Disgraceful Denty.

David Jacobs: From now on, we trust no-one but the Newsies.