Jack: I think we're missing something.
Race: Teamwork?
Boots: Cohesion?
Davey: A general sense of what we’re doing?
Crutchi: an IQ in the double digits?
I think the newsies guilt trip Jack over his betrayal endlessly.
Race: hey can you buy me lunch?
Jack: no you can afford it I saw how many papes you sold today
Race: *dramatic sigh* but *looks down* you know, with that fancy new job o yours n... *kicks his foot forward with his hands in his pockets* n the way you... *looks up at him with big eyes* well, you know...
newsies demon strikes again. I will never ride as hard as I used to for newsies again, but it's fun to rember and rewatch :3 also. my old writing was FUCKING FIRE