JACK: Hey Race. RACETRACK: Hey Jack. JACK: How was your day at the track? RACETRACK: Remember that hot tip I tol' ya about? JACK: Yeah? RACKTRACK: Nobody tol' the horse. JACK: (to Spot while looking at newspaper) Will you get your fingers off my face! CRUTCHY: It's this brain of mine.It's always makin' mistakes. It has a mind of it's own! JACK: So what do you say Spot? SPOT: I say, that what you say...is what I say. RACETRACK: Oh you mean Jack Kelly. Yeah, he was here, but he put an egg in his shoe and beat it. SPOT: Your honor, I object! JUDGE: On what grounds? SPOT: On the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor. JUDGE: I fine each of you five dollars, or two weeks confinement in the House of Refuge. RACETRACK: Hey we don't got five bucks! We don't even got five cents! Hey your honor, how 'bout I roll ya for it, double or nothin'. NEWSIE: (I can't remember his name) So you get your picture in the paper. So what's that get ya? JACK: What's the matter wit' ya? You been in a bad mood all day! RACKTRACK: Look at ya! Glum an' dumb! You get yer picture in the pape, you famous. You're famous, you get anything you want. That's what's so great about New York! DAVID: Our father taught us not to lie. JACK: Yeah, well mine taught me not to starve so we both got an education. Anyway, it ain't lyin'. It's just improvin' the truth a little. JACK: You only took 20 papes. Why? DAVID: Bad headline. JACK: That's the first thing ya gotta learn. Headlines don't sell papes. Newsies sell papes. (girl walks by...) MUSH: (shouting)Baby born with three heads!!