West Side Story


Tony: You’re not making a joke…
Maria: I have not yet learned how to joke that way. I don’t think now I ever will.

Ice: (singing) Play it cool boy, real cool.

Tony: Well end your suffering little man. Why don’t you pack up your gear and clear out of here?

Maria: My brother is a silly watchdog!
Bernardo: Ah, my sister is a precious jewel!
Anita: What am I, cut glass?

Riff: Boy, am I a victim of disappointment in you.

Riff: (singing) When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way!

Maria: All of you! You all killed him! And my brother, and Riff. Not with bullets, or guns, with hate. Well now I can kill, too, because now I have hate!

Tony:(singing) Maria, say it loud and there’s music playing; say it soft and it’s almost like praying.