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- (singing) Play it cool boy, real cool.
- 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!
- Boy, am I a victim of disappointment in you.
- (singing) When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way!
- When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way! From your first cigarette to your last dying day!
- (singing) Maria, say it loud and there’s music playing; say it soft and it’s almost like praying.
Last reviewed 2026-07-09