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

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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.