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.
Bryan Denton: Sometimes all it takes is a voice, one voice that becomes a hundred, then a thousand, unless it's silenced.
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.
Kid Blink: Hey bummas, we'se got work to do.
Specs: Since when did you become me mudda?
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.
Racetrack: Jack Kelly? Yeah, he was here, but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.
Teddy Roosevelt: Disgraceful Denty.
Kloppman: Jack Kelly? Nope never heard of him. Boys?
Specs: That's an unusual name for these parts.
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?
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: Look at this!"Baby Born with Two Heads " must be from Brooklyn.
Jack Kelly: You shouldn't be callin' people lousy little shrimps, Oscar, unless you're referrin' to the family resemblance in your brother here.
Racetrack: You know that hot tip I told you about?
Jack Kelly: Yeah.
Racetrack: Nobody told the horse.
Answer: This website has the lyrics to that song: http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/newsies/theworldwillknow.htm.