ACT ONE WEST SIDE STORIE

Action: Keep off the grass

Get outa the house!

Riff: We own it! Jets - square off! Acemen, Rocketman, Rank and file

Those PRs! They branded you!

A-Rab: Bernardo, cause I heard him say: thees eyes for stink-bombin' my old man's store

Ouch!

ACTION: My old man says.

My old man his old woulda game bust anyway.

Action: Your old man says what?

My old man says them Puerto Ricans is ruinin' free ennaprise

RIFF: Cool, Action boy. The Sharks want a place, too, and they are tough. They might ask for bottles or knives or zip guns.

Zip guns...gee!

BIG DEAL: But if they say knives or guns -

I say let's forget the whole thing.

Snowboy: Riga diga dum!

Pam! Pam!

ACTION: Well, he acts like he don't wanna belong.

Who wouldn't wanna belong tot he jets!

A-RAB: Which we couldn't have done without Tony.

He saved my ever lovin neck

A-RAB: We always walk tall!

We're Jets!

Action: where the devil are they? Are we having a war council tonight, or ain't we?

He don't use knives. He don't even use a atomic ray gun.

A-RAB: Who don't?

Superman. Gee i love him.

A-RAB: Cracko, jacko! (Clutching his belly, spins to the floor) Down goes a teenage hoodlum.

Could a zip gun make you do like that?

Anybodys: an' you gonna let him be a jet!

Ah, go walk the streets like ya sister

DOC: Curfew, gentlemen. And lady. Baby John, you should be home in bed.

We're gonna have a War Council here, Doc.

A-Rab: he don't want what we want, so we're hoodlums!

I wear a jacket like my buddies, so my teacher calls me hoodlum

RIFF: Bust cool.

I wanna go!

Tony: I'm calling all of you chicken. The big tough buddy boys have to throw bricks! Afraid to get close? Afraid to slug it out? Afraid to use plain skin?

Not even garbage?