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.
Jack Kelly: It ain't lyin'. It's just improvin' the truth a little.
Jack Kelly: So this snooty mug says to me, 'You can't see Mr. Pulitzer. No one sees Mr. Pulitzer.' Real hoity-toity, you know the type?
Les Jacobs: Real hoity-toity.
Jack Kelly: So that's when I says to him, 'Listen, I ain't in the habit of transacting no business with office boys. Just tell him Jack Kelly's here to see him now!'.
Les Jacobs: That's when he threw us out.
David Jacobs: From now on, we trust no-one but the Newsies.
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?
Jack Kelly: Got no brains. Why we starting to fight each other? Its just what the big shots wanna see. That we're street trash, street rats with no brains. No respect for nothin' including ourselfs. So heres how it is if we don't act together then we nothin'. If we don't stick together we nothin'. And if we can't even trust each other, then we nothin'. So whats it gunna be?
Spot Conlon: Where's my picture? Where does it mention me?
Jack Kelly: Stop thinking about yourself.
Pulitzer: Now when I created the World.
Skittery: This'll bust me, I'm barely makin' a livin' right now.
Mush: Howd'ya sleep, Jack?
Jack Kelly: On me back, Mush.
Kid Blink: I smell money.
Crutchy: You smell foul.
Jack Kelly: No, it's 19, Weasel. It's 19. But don't worry about it. It's an honest mistake. I mean, Morris, he can't count to 20 with his shoes on.
Racetrack: You get your picture in the papes, you're famous. You're famous, you get anything you want. That's what's so great about New York.
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?