These clips are not from us, we downloaded them from the "Lodging House". Thanx again!!
           We gonna put up our own ones in a few weeks, but we ain't got the english version of
                                        "Newsies"  on video yet (only in German).
                               
 
 

 
DAVID: 20 papers please. Thanks.
RACETRACK: Look at this, Baby Born With Two Heads. Must be from Brooklyn.
WEASEL: Hey, you got your lously papes, now beat it!
DAVID: I paid for twenty. I only got nineteen.
 
 
 
KID BLINK: They jacked up the price! You hear that Jack? Ten cents a hundred! You know, it's bad enough that we gotta eat what we don't sell, now they jack up the price! Can you believe that?
SKITTERY: This'll bust me, I'm barely making a living right now.
BOOT: I'll be back sleeping on the streets.
 
 

DAVID: You mean like a strike?
JACK: Yeah, like a strike!
RACETRACK: Are you out of your mind?
JACK: It's a good idea!
 
 
JACK: But, if we go on strike, then we are a union, right?
DAVID: No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no money. Maybe if we got every newsie in New York, but..
JACK: Yeah, well we organize.
 

 
JACK: Yeah, right. Okay, you guys, you gotta be ambastards and go tell the other that we're on strike.
KID BLINK: Say, Jack, I'll take Harlem
RACETRACK: Yeah, I got Midtown.
MUSH: I got the Battery, Jack.
CRUTCHY: Hey, I'll take the Bronx.
 

 
SPOT: Well, if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
JACK: I see you moved up in the world, Spot. Got a river view and everything.
(The two boys spit-shake.)
SPOT: Heya Boots. How's it rollin'?
BOOTS: I got a couple of real good shooters.
 

 
JACK: Yeah, well we are.
DAVID: We're not playing. We are going on strike.
SPOT: Oh yeah? Yeah? What is this, Jacky-boy? Some kind of walking mouth?
JACK: Yeah, it's a mouth. A mouth with a brain, and if you got half a one, you'll listen to what he's got to say.
 

 
SPOT: You're right Jacky-boy, brains. But I got brains too, and more than just half a one. How do I know you punks won't 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 I'm telling you, Spot.
SPOT:  That ain't good enough Jacky-boy. You gotta show me.
 

 
(The boys dance in the square and block the entrance to the World building. A delivery cart rushes through. The newsies and scabs have another stand off.)
DAVID:  Alright. Everyone remain calm.
JACK: Let's soak 'em for Crutchy!
 

 
(Just as all hope seems lost for Jack, a bunch of newsies appear on the rooftops, including Spot.)
SPOT: Never fear, Brooklyn is here.
MUSH: It's Brooklyn!
 

 
SPOT: Where's me picture? Where's me picture?
BOOTS: What's that? That all about us?
MUSH: Look at that Jack. You look like a gentlemen
JACK: Will you get your fingers off me face?
 

 JACK: You got no brain's. Why we starting to fight each other? It's just what the big shot's wanna see. That we're street rats! Street rats with no brain's. ...
KID BLINK: Tell 'em Jack!
JACK: So, what's it gonna be?
RACETRACK: We're with you Jack.
 
 
 
JACK: So, what about you, Spot?
SPOT:  I say that what you say is what I say.
(The spit-shake. All the newsies cheer. The curtains open and Medda enters. The cheering gets louder.)
 

 MONAHAN: Are any of you boys represented by council? No? Good, that will move things along considerably.
SPOT: hey, yer honor, I object!
MONAHAN:  On what grounds?
SPOT: On the grounds of Brooklyn, yer honor.
 

 LES: It's Jack!
MUSH: Where they takin' him Dave?
DAVID: Only one way to find out. I'll meet you guys at the square. Racetrack, watch him.
 

 PULITZER: Or, I can see you released tomorrow, free and clear, with more money in your pockets than you can earn in three lifetimes.
JACK: Are you bribin' me, Joe?
PULITZER:  No
JACK: Well, it's been real nice chattin' with ya, Joe. But I got to be goin' now
 
   
 
The same sound files in German, just look at them