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.
Racetrack: In 1899, the streets of New York City echoed with the voices of newsies, peddling the papers of Joseph Pulitzer, William Randalph Hearst, and other giants of the newspaper world. On every corner you saw them carrying the banner. Bringing you the news for a penny a pape. Poor orphans and runaways, the newsies were a ragged army without a leader, until one day all that changed.
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.
Crutchy: It's this brain of mine, it's always makin' mistakes... it's got a mind of its own.