Boot: "They help him see normal. They ain't binoculars ya moron!"
~ Ah the brillance of Mush
Racetrack: "Dutchy- take this down..."
Dutchy: (looks up) "Huh?"
Racetrack: "-As in...write- this- down!"
Racetrack: "We the Newsboys of New York- do hereby declare Fantasy, Brink, and Flee our hostages until ransom is paid in full and the underlying demands are met."
The blond quickly began to scribble down what was being dictated to him... Well he was quick at first... For the word "we" and even "the," but after that, he slowed considerably, trying to sound out words and transfer the sounds into letters on the pad of paper...
Several long moments passed before Racetrack cleared his throat...
Racetrack: "Uh Dutchy..we're kinda on a tight schedule here...ya almost got all that?"
Dutchy held up that pad and Racetrack's eyes narrowed in thought as he began reading- or translating...
"WE THE NEWZBOYZ OF NEW YORK DO HEARBYE DEKLARE FANTASIE BRINK AND FLEE OUR HOSTEGES UNTILL"
Racetrack: "Uhh...tha's great Dutch, but maybe we better just tell Stretch our demands instead..."
~Well, at least Dutchy's trying...
Brink: Come on Jake, go ahead and confess your love for me, I cant run away.
Jake: That�s it, I'm in, where�s something to gag her with?
Brink: Traitor.
~Sweet love in the face of adversity
Jack: "Now now, dun lose your temper."
Stretch: "You're about to lose your manhood."
~She's so sweet isn't she?
"Also...pants are now forbidden attire for a newsgirl. All females shall henceforth and forthwith and all that other stuff- wear fancy little skirts that show off their girlish figures!"
~Racetrack shows that he has his priorities straight
Stretch: "RACE YOU'RE DEAD!!!"
Racetrack: "No...I'm amazing."
Kloppman: "Actually Race, you're in trouble."
Racetrack: (finding himself being escorted by the ear from the room) "And so it goes- Sacrificed for what was a spectacular attempt. -I go not to doom, but to glory; for I know it was not all in vain and that one day-" (dramatic pause) "-one day will be ours!"
Stretch: (calls after him as he disappears out the doorway) "WELL IT AIN'T TODAY YA MORON!!!"
~You can beat him, but you can't break him
Racetrack: Hah! They can do their worst, not like I can't fend them off.
Skittery: You? Fend off the entire band of newsgirls?
Racetrack: Hey, just cause you can't stand up to one of them, don't mean I can't stand up to every one of them.
~Race may have a point
Satire: "Aw now KO...You dun mean that. What would you guys do without me around?!"
Petite: "Smile more."
KO: "Make more money."
Saint: "Sleep better."
~The Brooklynites are not to be outdone when it comes to friendship.
Dusk: "Such a shame you have a height deficiancy."
Racetrack: "Oh, I make up for it in other areas."
Solo: "Ugh, it's definately not your brain."
~Everyone has strengths and weaknesses...
Fantasy: "Wha's wrong Race?"
Racetrack: "Nothin, I just spotted one of me friends out here walk past."
Fantasy: "Not another one of those Mobsters right?" (suspicious look)
Doc: "Mobsters?!? What the-" (gives Racetrack a warning look) "Raaaace...."
Racetrack: "Hey I barely introduced her to um!
~Racetrack proves once again why he is not to be given responsibilities of any kind.
Saint: You're up past your bedtime, Samson, what brings you out with the day dwellers?
Dusk: I'll have you know, Aleron, that this is early for me, not late. Second, I just wanted to see your face. It makes me so happy and want to bash less people's skulls.
~Hey, whatever works.
Racetrack: "Aw don't blame him Petite. He's just cranky cause wakes up too early for his own good."
Dusk: (corrects indignantly) "Wakes up late, Race."
Racetrack: "Oh but you see, logically if night is morning to you then late must be early so therefore if you wake up late in the morning- you wake up early in the night. You see?"
Dusk: "...You think you're cute don't you?"
Racetrack: "Most the time, yeah."
~Dusk is soon to make him cute and dead if he keeps it up.