Jack, David, Lila, and Spot all stood on stage in Irving Hall. The newsies all sat either in the nosebleeds or at the tables down in front.
"So we've come a long way, but we ain't there yet. Maybe it's only gonna get tougher from now on. But that's fine, we'll just get tougher with it. But also... we gotta get smart and start listening to my pal, David. Who says, 'Stop soakin' scabs.'"
"What are we supposed to do to the bums, kiss 'em?"
Lila laughs but then scolds Race, "Racetrack!"
"What?" He shrugs
Spot smiles and Lila laugh but then returns to his normal, resting face.
"Any scab I see I soak 'em. Period." Lila then hit the boy upside the head.
"Lila?!" The girl just shrugged at her boyfriend before looking at her brother.
Brooklyn lets out cheers before David buts in, "No, no no, that's what they want us to do. If we get violent, it's just playing into their hands."
Lila nods in slight agreement before Spot speaks up, "Hey, look. They're gonna be playing with my hands, alright. Cause, it ain't what they say, it's what we say. And nobody ain't gonna listen to us unless we make 'em."
Lila shakes her head at him before pulling him back from David, earning her a look at first but then his face softens at seeing that it was her. All the newsies started to take sides and argue before Jack interrupted them.
Lila then quickly left the stage, no one even blinking an eye.
"You got no brains. Why we starting to fight each other? It's just what the big shot's wanna see. That we're street trash! Street rats with no brains. No respect for nothing, including ourselves! So, here's how it's gonna be. If we don't act together, then we're nothing. If we don't stick together, then we're nothing. And if we can't even trust each other, then we're nothing."
