(Mush)

So, how'd you sleep Jack?

(Jack)

On me back Mush.

(Mush)

Ha ha. Hear that fellas? Hear what Jack said? I asked Jack how he slept and he said 'On me back Mush.'

Dear me! What is that unpleasant aroma? I fear the sewers may have backed up during the night. (Racetrack)

Look at this, 'Baby Born With Two Heads'. Must be from Brooklyn. (Racetrack)

(David)

Ah-ha.

(Jack)(mocking)

Ah-ha.

That's the first thing you gotta learn. Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. You know, we're what holds this town together. Without newsies, nobody knows nothing.(Jack)

Well, mine told me not to starve, so we both got an education. (Jack)

I don't do nothing the guys who write it don't do. Anyway, it's not lying, it's just improving the truth a little. (Jack)

(Jack)

How was your day at the track?

(Racetrack)

Remember that hot tip I told you about? Nobody told the horse.

Yeah, right. Okay, you guys, you gotta be am-bastards and go tell the other that were on strike. (Jack)

(Jack)

So, what about Brooklyn? Come on, Spot Conlons territory. Whatsa matta? You scared of Brooklyn?

(Boots)

Hey, we aint scared of Brooklyn. Its Spot Conlon that makes us a little nervous.

(Jack)

Well, he dont make me nervous. So you and me, Boots, well go to Brooklyn. And Dave here can keep us company.

Oh yeah, look at me. Im trembling. (Jack)

So, is this Spot Conlon really dangerous? (Jack and Boots laugh) (David)

(Spot)

Well, if it aint Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.

(Jack)

I see you moved up in the world, Spot. Got a river view and everything.

Yeah. So, Jacky-boy. Ive been hearing things from little birds. Things from Harlem, Queens, all over. They been chirpin in my ear. Jacky-boys newsies is playing like theyre going on strike. (Spot)

Oh yeah? Yeah? What is this, Jacky-boy? Some kind of walking mouth? (Spot)

Theyre waiting to see what Spot Conlon is doing, youre the key. That Spot Conlon is the most respected and famous newsie in all of New York, and probably everywhere else. And if Spot Conlon joins the strike, then they join and well be unstoppable. So you gotta join, I meanwell, you gotta! (David)

(Spot)

Youre right Jacky-boy, brains. But I got brains too, and more than just half a one. How do I know you punks wont run the first time some goon comes at ya with a club? How do I know you got what it takes to win?

(Jack)

Because Im telling you, Spot.

(Spot)

That aint good enough Jacky-boy. You gotta show me.

(David)

Alright. Everyone remain calm.

(Jack)

Lets soak em for Crutchy!

Never fear, Brooklyn is here. (Spot)

Wheres me picture? Wheres me picture? (Spot)

Will you get your fingers off me face? (Jack)

Where does it say my name? Wheres my name? (Spot)

So what. You get your picture in the papes, so whats that get you, huh? (Skittery)

Glum and dumb. Whats the matta with you? You get your picture in the papes, your famous. Your famous, you get anything you want. Thats what so great about New York! (Racetrack)

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

What are we supposed to do to the bums? Kiss em? (Racetrack)

Any scab I see I soak em. Period. (Spot)

Hey, look. Theyre gonna be playing with my hands, alright. "Cuz it aint what they say, its what we say. And nobody aint gonna listen to us unless we make em. (Spot)

I say that what you say is what I say. (Spot)

No! No! For Gods sake! Hes just a child! Cant you see that? Racetrack! (Medda)

(J. Monahan)

Are any of you boys represented by council? No? Good, that will move things along considerably.

(Spot)

Hey, yer honor, I object!

(J. Monahan)

On what grounds?

(Spot)

On the grounds of Brooklyn, yer honor.

Whoa. We aint got five bucks. We dont even got five cents. Hey, yer honor, how bout I roll you for it. Double or nothing? (Racetrack)

Hey, hey, hey! Break it up. Hey, Race, come here. (Spot)

(Spot)

Just tell me Im seeing things. Just tell me Im seeing things.

(Racetrack)

No, you aint seeing things. Thats Jack. Whats he doing?

(Spot)

Hes dressed like a scabber!

Jack? Jack, look at me, will ya? Come on, its me, Mush. Look at me. What are you doin, Jack? (Mush)

Hey, hey, hey! Let me get my hands dirty. Come here you dirty rotten scabber! Traitor! (Spot)

(Jack)

Well, I guess I cant be something I aint.

(David)

A scab?

(Jack)

No, smart.

Brooklyn! (Spot)

Oh, this is my pal, Davey. The Walkin mouth (Jack)

(Pulitzer)

I ordered a printing ban on all strike matters. Now, who defied me? Whos press did you use to print this on? Whos?

(Jack)

Well, we only use the best, Joe. So, I just want to say, thanks again.

Hey, fellas, theyre over here! (Spot)