Action Lines

Action Lines from West Side Story

Riff: You told us the difference, sir. And we all chipped in for a prize for the first guy who can figure it out.

Maybe buddy boy should get the prize.

A-Rab: They make a very nice couple.

“You hoodlums don’t own the streets".”

Big Deal: Go play in the park!

Keep off the grass!

Baby John: Get outa the house!

Keep off the block!

A-Rab: Get outa here!

Keep off the world! A gang that don’t own a street is nuthin'‘!

Baby John: Ouch!

You shoulda done worse. Them PRs’re the reason my old man’s gone bust.

Riff: Who says?

My old man says.

Baby John: My old man says his old man woulda gone bust anyway.

Your old man says what?

Baby John: My old man says them Puerto Ricans is ruinin’ free ennaprise.

And what’re we doin’ about it?

Anyboyds: Gassin’, crabbin’ —

You still around?

Riff: The road, little lady, the road… UNLESS we speed fast and cleam ‘em up in one all-out fight!

A rumble! Chung! Chung!

Riff: Im not finalizing and saying they will: I’m only saying they might and we gotta be prepared. Now what’s your mood?

I say go, go!!

Diesel: Then rev us off. Voom-va-voom!

Chung chung!

Big Deal: You gotta take a lieutenant.

That’s me!

Riff: That’s Tony.

Who needs Tony?

Riff: Against the Sharks we need every man we got.

Tony don’t belong any more.

Riff: Cut it, Action boy. I and Tony stated the Jets.

Well, he acts like he don’t wanna belong.

Baby John: Who wouldn’t wanna belong to the Jets!

Tony ain’t been with us for over a month.

Riff: I know Tony like I know me. I guarantee you can count him in.

In, ou, let’s get crackin’.

Baby John: We’re Jets!

The greatest!
Action + Baby John: WHEN YOU’RE A JET YOU’RE THE TOP CAT IN TOWN, YOU’RE THE GOLD MEDAL KID WITH THE HEAVYWEIGHT CROWN!

Action + A-Rab + Big Deal: WHEN YOU’RE A JET, YOU’RE THE SWING-IN’-EST THING. LITTLE BOY, YOU’RE A MAN; LITTLE MAN, YOU’RE A KING!

All: THE JETS ARE IN GEAR, OUR CYLINDERS ARE CLICKIN’. THE SHARKS’LL STEER CLEAR. ‘CAUSE EVERY PUERTO RICAN’S A LOUSY CHICKEN!

HERE COME THE JETS LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL. SOMEONE GETS IN OUR WAY, SOMEONE DON’T FEEL SO WELL. HERE COME THE JETS: LITTLE WORLD, STEP ASIDE! BETTER GO UNDERGROUND, BETTER RUN, BETTER HIDE.

WE’RE DRAWIN’ THE LINE, SO KEEP YOUR NOSES HIDDEN! WE’RE HANGIN’ A SIGN, SAYS: “VISITORS FORBIDDEN” AND WE AIN’T KIDDIN’!

HERE COME THE JETS, YEAH! AN’ WE’RE GONNA BEAT EV-’RY LAST BUGGIN’ GANG ON THE WHOLE BUGGIN’ STREET!

ON THE WHOLE EVER MOTHER LOVIN’ STREET!

A1 S6 Start

Where the devil are they? Are we having a War Council tonight or ain’t we?

Baby John: Could a zip gun make you do like that?

What the hell’s a matter with you?

Doc: War Councils —

Don’t start, Doc.

Doc: Rumbles…

Doc —

Doc: Why, when I was your age —

When you was my age; when my old man was my age; when my brother was my age! You was never my age, none a you! The sooner you creeps get hip to that the sooner you’ll dig us.

Snowboy: Riff, hey!

Are they comin’?

Doc: No, Riff, it’s closing time.

What d’ya think they’re gunna ask for.

Graziella: You tell ‘em, Daddy-o

Chung chung!

Velma: Ooo! —

What’re we pooping around with dumb broads?

Graziella: I and Velma ain’t dumb!

We got important business comin’.

Doc: Fighting over a little piece of the street is so important?

To us, it is.

Doc: To hoodlums, it is.

Don’t you call me a hoodlum!

Baby John: I wear my jacket like my buddies, so my teacher calls me hoodlum!

I swear the next creep who calls me hoodlum —

Riff: You wanna live? You play it cool.

I wanna get even!

After Cool dance break

Jets: BOY, BOY, CRAZY BOY, STAY LOOSE, BOY! BREEZE IT, BUZZ IT, EASY DOES IT. TURN OFF THE JUICE, BOY. GO, MAN, GO, BUT NOT LIKE A YO-YO SCHOOL BOY.

Bernardo: Who jumped me the first day I moved here?

Who asked you to move here?

A-Rad: Back where ya came from!

Spics!

Tony: …Bottles, knives, guns! What a coop full of chickens!

Who you callin’ chicken?

Baby John: Not even garbage?

That ain’t a rumble.

Pepe: What?

No!

Bernardo: Yes. I shook on it.

Look, Bernardo, if you wanna change your mind, maybe we could all —

Start of Tonight Quintet

Jets: THE JETS ARE GONNA HAVE THEIR DAY TONIGHT.

Sharks: THE SHARKS ARE GONNA HAVE THEIR WAY TONIGHT.

Jets: THE PUERTO RICANS GRUMBLE: “FAIR FIGHT.” BUT IF THEY START A RUMBLE, WE’LL RUMBLE ‘EM RIGHT.

Sharks: WE’RE GONNA HAND ‘EM A SURPRISE TONIGHT.

Jets: WE’RE GONNA CUT ‘EM DOWN TO SIZE TONIGHT.

Sharks: WE SAID, “O.K., NO RUMPUS, NO TRICKS.” BUT JUST IN CASE THEY JUMP US, WE’RE READY TO MIX TONIGHT!

Jets + Sharks: WE’RE GONNA ROCK IT TONIGHT, WE’RE GONNA JAZZ IT UP AND HAVE US A BALL! THEY’RE GONNA GET IT TONIGHT; THE MORE THEY TURN IT ON, THE HARDER THEY’LL FALL!

Jets: WELL, THEY BEGAN IT!

Sharks: WELL, THEY BEGAN IT!

Jets + Sharks: AND W'E’RE THE ONES TO STOP ‘EM ONCE AND FOR ALL, TONIGHT!

Bernardo: THEY BEGAN IT-

Jets + Bernardo: THEY BEGAN IT.

Jets: THEY BEGAN IT.

WE’LL STOP ‘EM ONCE AND FOR ALL!

THE JETS ARE GONNA HAVE THEIR WAY,

THE JETS ARE GONNA HAVE THEIR DAY,

WE’RE GONNA ROCK IT TONIGHT.

TONIGHT!

Bernardo: What d’ya say, chicken?

Get him, Tony!

Riff: TONY!

Murder him!

Baby John: I hope he breaks it!

Get the lead out, fat boy!

Big Deal: Easy. He’ll come back and drag us down to the station house.

I already been.

Snowboy: Cops believe anything they read in the papers.

To them we ain’t human. We’re cruddy juvenile delinquents. So that’s what we give ‘em.

Snowboy: Hey, you!

Me, Officer Krupke?

Snowboy: Yeah, you! Gimme one good reason for not dragging ya down the station house, ya punk?

DEAR KINDLY SERGEANT KRUPKE, YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND…. FINISHSHSHSHS

Snowboy: That’s a touchin’ good story.

Lemme tell it to the world!

Diesel: Hear ye, hear ye! In the opinion of this court, this child is depraved on account he ain’t had a normal home.

Hey, so I’m depraved on account I’m deprived!

A-Rab: In my opinion, this child don’t need to have his head shrunk at all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease.

Hey, I got a social disease!

Anybodys: Buddy boys!

Ah! Go wear a skirt.

Anybodys: I got scabby knees. Listen —

Come on, we gotta make sure those PRs know we’re on top.

Anybodys: Wotta buncha Old Man Rivers: they don’t know nuthin’ and they don’t say nuthin’.

Big Deal, the question ain’t whether we had enough —

Anybodys: The question is: where’s Tony and what party is lookin’ for him.

What do you know?

Anybodys: I know I gotta get a skirt.

Come on, Anybodys, tell me.

Anybodys: You bet your fat ass, I am!

Go on. What dya hear?

Anybodys: I heard Chino tellin’ the Sharks somethin’ about Tony and Bernardo’s sister. And then Chino said: “If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to get Tony/.”

What’d I tell ya? Those PRs won’t stop!

Baby John: Yeah!

You forgettin’? Tony came through for us Jets. We gotta find him and protect him from Chino.

A-Rab: Right!

O.K., then! Snowboy — cover the river! A-Rab get over to Doc’s.

Diesel: I’ll take the back alleys.

Big Deal.

Big Deal: I’ll cover the park.

Good boy!

Anybodys: What about me?

You? You get a hold of the girls and send ‘em out as a liaison runners so we’ll know who’s found Tony where.

Anybodys: Right!

Hey! You done good, buddy boy.

Act II Scene 4 start

Where’s Tony?

Big Deal: Maybe he can’t run as fast as you.

Cut the frabbajabba.

Anybodys: Yeah! The cops’ll get hip if Chino and the PRs don’t.

Grab some readin’ matter; play the juke. Some of ya get outside and if ya see Chino or any PR—

Anita: I’d like to see Doc.

He ain’t here.

Anybodys: And we got stuck halfway in.

Which indicates there’s no tellin’ when he’ll be back. Buenas noches, senorita.

Anita: Downstairs — to see Doc.

Didn’t I tell ya he ain’t here?

Anita: I’d like to see for myself.

Please.

Anite: …Please.

Por favor.

Anita: Don’t.

Please “don’t”.

Anita: Listen, you —

We’re listenin’.

Anita: I know he is.

Who says he is?

Anita: Nevermind.

Couldn’t be from Chino, could it?

Anybodys: Bernardo’s girl wants ta help?

Even a greaseball’s got feelings.

Snowboy: Bernardo’s pig!

Ya lyin’ Spic — !

A-Rab: Garlic Mouth!

Spic! Lyin’ Spic!

Anita: Bernardo was right… If one of you was bleeding in the street, I’d walk by and spit on you.

Don’t let her go!

Doc: What does it take to get through to you? When do you stop? You make this world lousy!

That’s the way we found it, Doc.