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Les: You know the Bad Guys ? *meaning the books*
Race: Oh yeah, the one with that sexy wolf! *meaning the movie*
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Jack: *pushes Snyder off the roof*
Jack: Well, that solves that situation!
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Davey, frantically describing Les (who he lost): …And his hair needs a trim!
Les, from underneath a table: I just GOT a trim!
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[the first time I ever heard Seize The Day (Broadway version)]
The Newsies: STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE!!!
My friend: Why are they saying ‘Shreck Shreck’?
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Medda: It’s called Theatre, moron!
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Weasel, to the Delanceys: Get in the naughty corner!
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Les: More cheese!
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Spot: Stop calling me Patrick the Star, I’m not fat!
Race: Stop bodyshaming Patrick the Star!
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Jack: *takes off his shoes and starts moonwalking*
Kath: Jack, put your shoes back on.
Jack: Aw.
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Buttons: Why do we need a Pinkie Pie wallet?
Sarah: Uh, because reasons.
Jojo: How do you know it’s Pinkie Pie?
Buttons: I have a little sister. You have no idea the horrors I’ve seen.
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Race: Where are you from, Les?
Les: America.
[eagle screech]
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Crutchie: MIND THE GRANNY!!!
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Race, throwing himself over a chair: PARKOUR!!
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[after Jack scabs]
Spot: I’m going to SLAP Jack!
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Kath, researching an article: God, we live in a sad world.
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Pulitzer: You need to put on some muscle!
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All the Newsies, singing the Polar Express song: *awkward mumbling* You bet! *more awkward mumbling* POLAR EXPRESS!!!
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Jack, to Roosevelt: You’re like… the government.
[I’m pretty sure he meant it in a good way]
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Crutchie, holds up broom: Joe Biden the broom!
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Race, whisper to Albert: I elbowed Spot in the face!
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