"Listen, they're gonna be playing with my hands alright. Cuz it ain't what they say, it's what we say. And nobody ain't gonna listen to us unless we make 'em."

"Never fear, Brooklyn is here!"

"I say, that what you say...is what I say."

"Hey, glum and dumb! What'sa matta with you? 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!"

"What are we supposed to do to the bums, kiss 'em?"

"Hey Cowboy! Nice shine-a'!"

"Five to one that Cowboy skunks 'em! Huh, who's bettin'?"

"Five bucks? We ain't got five bucks! We ain't even got five cents! Hey your honor how bout I roll ya for it, double or nothin'?"

"[first lines; opening narration] In 1899, the streets of New York City echoed with the voices of newsies, peddling the papers of Joseph Pulitzer, William Randolph 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 page. Poor orphans and runaways, the newsies were a ragged army without a leader, until one day, all that changed."

"Oh, you mean Jack Kelly. Yeah, he was here. But he put an egg in his shoe and...beat it."

"Look at this. "Baby Born With Two Heads". Must be from Brooklyn."

"[singing] If I hate the headline I'll make up a headline and I'll say anything I havta!"

"Nope, it's nineteen, Weasel. It's nineteen, but don't worry about it; it's an honest mistake. See Morris, he can't count to twenty with his shoes on."

"We sell together, we split 70-30, plus you get the benefit of observin' me no charge!"

"Remember Crutchie? [said to Morris Delancy before headbutting him]"