West Side Story (1961)
David Winters: A-rab
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Quotes
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Lieutenant Schrank : [as they exit] Say goodbye to the nice boys, Krupke.
Officer Krupke : Goodbye, boys.
Snowboy : [mimicking Krupke] "Goodbye, boys."
Action : [mimicking Shranke] "You hoodlums don't own the streets."
Snowboy : "Go play in the park!"
Action : "Keep off of the grass."
Ice : "Get outta the house!"
Action : "Keep off the block!"
A-Rab : "Get outta here!"
Action : "Keep off of the world!" A gang that don't own the street is nothin'!
Riff : WE DO OWN IT!
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Riff : We gotta stand up to them Doc; it's important.
Doc : Fighting over a little piece of street is so important?
Action : To us it is!
Doc : To hoodlums it is!
Action : Who're you callin' a hoodlum?
Doc : War councils...
Action : Don't start, Doc.
Doc : ...Rumbles...
Action : D'you hear me, Doc?
Doc : Why, when I was your age...
Action : When *you* was my age? When my old man was my age, when my brudder was my age. You was never my age, none of ya! And the sooner you creeps get hip to that, the sooner you'll dig us!
Doc : I'll dig you an early grave, that's what I'll dig.
A-Rab : Dig, dig, dig!
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Riff : Now I know Tony like I know me and I guarentee you can count him in
Action : In, out, let's get crackin'
Gee-tar : Where you gonna find Bernardo?
Riff : He'll be at the dance tonight at the gym
A-Rab : But the gym's neutral territory
Riff : A-rab, I'm gonna make nice with him! I'm only gonna challenge him!
Ice : Great daddy-o.
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Anybodys, Tomboy : I ain't never gonna get married. Too noisy.
A-Rab : You ain't never gonna get married. Too ugly.
Anybodys, Tomboy : [mimes firing a gun] Pow!
A-Rab : Cracko Jacko! Down goes a teenage hoodlum.
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Anybodys, Tomboy : Hey buddy boys!
Action : Ah, go wear a skirt.
Anybodys, Tomboy : Ah, I got scabby knees! Listen...
Ice : The first thing we do is we start showin' around like we have nothin' to hide...
Anybodys, Tomboy : Listen!
A-Rab : Supposin' they ask us about the rumble?
Anybodys, Tomboy : Supposin' they ask you where's Tony and what party's lookin' for him? WITH A GUN.
Ice : Hey, you know somethin'?
Anybodys, Tomboy : I know I gotta go get a skirt.
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Action : We've gotta show them who's on top!
Joyboy : The Jets!
Action : Let's do it now!
Baby John : Hey, haven't we had enough?
Action : What's the matter; you scared?
Baby John : Well... who're you callin' scared?
A-Rab : Lay off of him.
Action : Mind your own business.
A-Rab : Don't start up on me, or I'll punch in your stupid...
Action : You'll do what? Huh?
[Action and A-Rab start fighting]
Ice : KNOCK IT OFF!
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Anybodys, Tomboy : [spitefully] Bernardo's girl wants to help?
Action : Even a greaseball's got feelin's.
Anybodys, Tomboy : But she wants to help get Tony!
Anita : [panicking] No!
Action : Not much, Bernardo's tramp.
A-Rab : Bernardo's pig.
Anita : Don't...
Action : You lyin' spic!
Anita : Don't do that!
Snowboy : Gold tooth! Pierced ear!
Action : Garlic mouth!
[gang start physically harassing Anita]
Action : Cha-cha! Cha-cha-cha-cha! Cha-cha!
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Anybodys, Tomboy : [pretending to shoot A-rab] POW, POW!
A-Rab : Cracko jacko. Down goes a teenage hoodlum.
[drops to the ground]
Baby John : Gee. Could a real zip gun make you do like that?
Anybodys, Tomboy : You don't know what a zip gun would do? Man, you better wear diapers.
Baby John : Eh, go walk the streets like your sister.
Anybodys, Tomboy : Listen jailbait, I licked you twice and I can do it again!
[pounces on Baby John]
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Riff : Come on, Jets, round out! Not you, Anybodys, beat it.
Anybodys, Tomboy : Ah, Riff, you gotta let me in the gang! Didn't you just see me, I was smash, I'm a killer, I wanna fight!
A-Rab : How else's she gonna get a guy to touch her?
Anybodys, Tomboy : You dirty rat!
[lunges at him]
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Officer Krupke : [to Baby John] You.
Baby John : Who, me sir?
Officer Krupke : Yeah, you. Didn't ya hear me?
Baby John : Oh, yes sir. I got 20-20 hearing.
Officer Krupke : [not amused] Then why didn't ya answer me?
A-Rab : His mother told him never to answer back to a cop.
Officer Krupke : You little wise apple! You want me to run you in?
A-Rab : Oh indeed not, *sir*.
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A-Rab : Oh, boy, is she ever makin' the most of it.
Anybodys, Tomboy : You bet your fat A, l am!
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Lieutenant Schrank : [shouting to the others] BREAK IT UP, YOU PUNKS! Cut it out! Come on, let's break it up, l said! Come on! Break it up! COME ON!
Officer Krupke : Alright, knock it off. Get up. Come on. Settle down.
Lieutenant Schrank : How many times have l told you punks to cut this stuff out?
Riff : Why, if it ain't Lieutenant Schrank.
The Jets : Top o' the day, Lieutenant Schrank.
Bernardo : And Officer Krupke.
The Sharks : Top o' the day, Officer Krupke.
Officer Krupke : [points at the sharks] l'll give you the top o' the head.
Lieutenant Schrank : Hey, you, get down!
A-Rab : But we're havin' such fun.
Snowboy : We enjoy the playground.
Riff : Ah, see, it keeps us deprived children off of the foul city streets.
Officer Krupke : Shut up.
A-Rab : And born like we was on the hot pavements.
Officer Krupke : You wanna get your skull broke?
Lieutenant Schrank : Hey, Baby John, come here! COME HERE!
[comes up to Lieutenant Schrank, and looks at the sharks]
Lieutenant Schrank : All right! Now, which one of these Puerto Ricans bloodied you? Huh?
Baby John : [looks at Schrank] W-Well, sir, uh...
Lieutenant Schrank : [points at them] Which one?
Riff : Uh... Uh, excuse me, sir. As a matter of fact, uh... we suspicion that the job was done by a cop.
Snowboy : Two cops.
Action : [points at the Jets] At the very least.
Officer Krupke : lmpossible.
Bernardo : ln America, nothing is impossible.
[they both laugh]
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A-Rab : Baby John, what are you doin' here?
Baby John : Nothin'.
A-Rab : What are you doin' nothin' here for? Come on.
Baby John : I don't want the guys to see me A-Rab.
A-Rab : Why not?
Baby John : I'm cryin'.
A-Rab : You are? What for?
Baby John : I don't know. I just...
A-Rab : Blow your nose.
Baby John : A-Rab?
A-Rab : Yeah?
Baby John : Did you get a look at their faces?
A-Rab : Which faces?
Baby John : You know, at the rumble. Riff and Bernardo.
A-Rab : Yeah. I wish it was yesterday.
Baby John : Me too. I'm scared!
A-Rab : Well cut it out. You hear me? Cut it out!
Baby John : A-Rab, what are we gonna do?
A-Rab : We're gonna meet with the other guys and form up. Thats what we're gonna do. Come on, lets go.
Baby John : A-Rab, you got a hankerchief first?
A-Rab : Whats wrong with you sleeve?
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Ice : Now you all better dig this and dig it good. No matter who or what is eatin' you - man, you show it and you are dead! You are cuttin' a hole in yourselves for them to stick in a red-hot umbrella - and open it wide. Man, you wanna get past the cops when they start asking about tonight? You play it cool. You wanna live in this lousy world? Play it cool.
Action : I wanna get even!
Ice : Get cool!
A-Rab : I wanna bust!
Ice : Bust cool!
Action : I wanna go!
Ice : Go cool.
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Riff : I'm really proud of ya, buddy boys. You did good at the dance.
Action : So where are they?
Riff : Unwind, Action. Any sign of Tony?
Action : Invisible man.
A-Rab : What do you think the Sharks are gonna ask for?
Riff : Mercy.
Snowboy : Just rubber hoses maybe.
Riff : Relax, little man.
Graziella, Riff's Girl : You tell him, daddy-o.
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Snowboy : We thought they nabbed you.
A-Rab : Go on.
Ice : You didn't see Tony?
A-Rab : Nah. Nothin' but coppers.
Action : [points at Baby John] What's wrong with him?
A-Rab : There's nothin' wrong. He's okay, you got that?
Action : All right, all right!
Snowboy : Maybe we oughta go home.
Action : For what?
Big Deal : Betcha they got him.
Ice : Not Tony.
A-Rab : He was great. Huh, Baby John?
Baby John : Oh, yeah. He really come through for the Jets.
A-Rab : Just like Riff said he...
[trails off]
A-Rab : Said he would.
[Graziella starts to cry]
Graziella, Riff's Girl : Riff! I want Riff!
Snowboy : [comfortingly] Come on, Graziella.
Tiger : Nobody was supposed to get killed. It's just...
Action : They're gonna pay!
A-Rab : Them stinkin' Sharks!
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Snowboy : The trouble is he's lazy!
Joyboy : The trouble is he drinks!
Baby John : The trouble is he's crazy!
A-Rab : The trouble is he stinks!
Mouthpiece : The trouble is he's growing!
Action : The trouble is he's grown!
The Jets : Krupke, we've got trouble of our own! Gee, Officer Krupke we're down on our knees!
Riff : 'Cause no one wants a fella with a social disease!
The Jets : Gee, Officer Krupke what are we to do? Gee, Officer Krupke, krup you!
