Snarky: *giggling* Geez - they're just going to the party together! It's not like they're going to get married and have a littler of kids as soon as that's over, you know.
((After Dewey's comment about Finny and Chipper being together))
Tex: *thinks about this for a moment* I'd start lookin' into goin' back to Ireland if I was you. *slight smile*
((After being asked b yCallow if Spot would be upset over his
taking Dewey to the party at Irving Hall))
Tex: *looks over at Callow and Dewey* Young man signs death certificate with a kiss!
*shakes head*
Crusoe: *all of it's dawning on him* Runner and Slightly and her...They wanted me to join in on pranking the party...They probably had her take it for...a hostage!
((After Crusoe finds out his book is missing))
Runner: Holy hippo!
Crusoe: Look, Runner isn't my responsibility; Grant is. Grant is my brother. Runner is just some punk-ass juvenile who needs a good ass-kicking.
Tug: *taps her on the shoulder* Maybe you need someone else, Dew - someone whos ready for you whatcha need.
Dewey: *looks at him with an arched eyebrow* Tug, you'll never be ready for me. *rolls eyes*
Spot: Yea...she's gonna turn ya down so fast ya head'll spin...Now if ya wanna be with her with no strings attached - that I can arrange.
Runner: *cocks head to one side* What?
Spot: She could make ya a man...and then...you ain't gotta deal with the girlfriend bullshit.
Runner: *glances at Slightly and then to Spot* Ya mean...ya mean...*sppechless*
Spot: Yea, that's what I mean. *smirks*
Runner: Who-ho-hoa! *rubs hands together briskly* And then I'll ask her to be my girl! *drapes an arm over Slightly's shoulders and leads him off*
Spot: That moron....*rolls eyes*
Raven: Sorry to make you shudder, oh holier than thou.
Snarky: I'm hurt, Raven. *places a hand over her heart* Truly and deeply.
Raven: Awww, so sorry to crush ya sweetheart. *puckers her lips at her and makes a loud kiss*
Snarky: I'd kiss ya, but I know where that mouth of yours has been. *makes an exaggerated disgusted face*
Dewey: *nods* I hate him.
Snarky: Oh, is today Wednesday? Wednesdays are usually -Dewey hates Spot- days, aint they? *grins*
Dewey: *smacks Snarky upside the head* Ah, shaddup!
Raven: *goes over finally* Wake him up! He can't be out like that - someone get somethin' to wake him up. *crouches down and leans by his ear* Finny, I'm gonna take you out back and...*whispers the rest*
Finny: *opens an eye* ...Dewey?
Raven: Tada! Alright, keep talkin' to him...And no, I aint Dewey, ya moron! Would Dewey take ya out back, rip ya pants off, and fondle you?
Brogue: *weaves through all the newsies, but then trips over somebody sitting on the ground* What the - Fury!
Brogue: *to Malice* Hmm...Mal. I like it...*thinks about it for a second* Or Ice...ye know, that's in your name, too. Better yet, Lice. That's the one!
Brogue: Smokin' kills, ye know.
Malice: *looks at him* Good, try it.
Snarky: Why don't you shut the fuck up, Ray? Your mouth is what got ya into this mess in the first place...along with other body parts.
Runner: Holy shit, Sli...ya knocked out a Bronx newsie! *feels completedly indebted* *hugs him, and then pulls away quickly* *coughs* I figured I'd give ya the honors.
Malice: Get away from me.
Tex: Oh great. Start a fight while you're in a jail cell, Andy. That way, when they kill ya, they won't have to look for the body.
Daft: *sighs, nodding to Finny* Yeah, you broke it. *shakes head* Way to go, dumbass.
Jack: *watches them, attention perked* Is she dyin'? Thank God.
Air: *turns to look at Snarky and Shakes* Sorry guys, I lost track of where we are...*looks around* Snarky, where are we?
Snarky: *looks aruond, trying to find a street sign* Hell if I know. Too dark to see where we're at.
Air: *tries to keep her voice calm* What are we going to do?
Shakes: *rolls eyes and turns around, walking back the way she'd come*
Snarky: *crooks a thumb at Shakes* Well, she's got the right idea. *follows Shakes*
Daft: *falls asleep...there...against the police station...eh, why not?*
Raven: What the hell is this shit! *looking at the paper* Miner's deligate on Peace Plans...someone shoot me. Fuck this...*lays her papers against a wall and unbuttons some of her shirt, helloooo cleavage* BORDELLO RAIDED IN BROOKLYN! *hello male customers*
Fury: I wish Malice would like me. He seems like such a nice guy. *sniffles*
Snarky: Sure, if you're into evil mastermind types. Or crazy serial killer types!
Snarky: DISCLAIMER: Snarky does not care about your feelings. Thank you.