Script for your part in Newsies:

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(A/N: this is just for use of the story and for fun :) feel free to skip btw)

*Santa Fe: Prolouge*
[Jess sleeps with the two boys in the rooftop]
[Crutchie tries to go down and Jess runs over w/ jack]
(I'm going to skip some dialog to just get to your parts :))

Jack: ... cause I like seeing the sky and the stars

Jess: oh you're seeing stars alright (she smirks and giggles)

(Fast forward)

Crutchie: You got folks there?

Jack: I got no folks nowhere.

[Jess fake acts hurt]

...Except for here. You?

Crutchie: I don't need folks. I got friends!

Jack: Hey! How bout you's come with me? Both of you!

[Dialouge continues and Jess joins in with crutchie when jack continues singing]

[The bell rings]

Jess: oh that's me. See you guys later

[Jess runs over to jack and hugs him and goes down the ladder]

[When the set changes Jess is standing next to race fixing her hair]

(Time skip)

Race: Oh! A pretty girl?

[When race says this he looks Jess up and down and smiles]

Albert: You're the only one who dreams about that. [He glances at Jess] It was a leg of lamb.

[Jess grabs races cigar and starts to light it when she stopped]

Race: HEY! That's my cigar!

Jess: You'll steal another!

(Little skip)

Race: ... they's easy pickin guarantee

Jess: try any banker bum or barber. They almost all knows how to read!

(Jess sings along with ensemble)

Race: ... yeah and the limp sells 50 papes a week all by itself

Jess: oh shut up! He doesn't need the limp to sell papes!

Crutchie: Yeah! I got a personality!

[During dance race picks up Jess and puts her on his back]

[She does a backend off of him and they both run into ariels]

[Cue nuns]

[Jess hears them and rolls her eyes, slumping towards them]

Race: Curdled...

Elmer: just give me half a cup

Race: coffee

Henry: something to wake me up

Race: concrete doughnuts, sprinkled with mold

Jojo: I got find an angle

(So on)

(Right before the end)

Jess: all I want is race (tegeheg)

(Skippity skip)

(Right before race gets his papes)

Jess: Hey Mr. Weasel! How bout you spot 50 papes for a wee little girl? (She bats her lashes)

Weisel: oh dear lord. Just give me the money mouth!

Jess: Hey! Nobody calls me that anymore!

Weisel: AND NOBODY BESIDES YOU RATS CALLS ME WEASEL! Move along!

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