West Side Story

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!

Maria

My brother is a silly watchdog!

Maria

Boy, am I a victim of disappointment in you.

Riff

When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way! From your first cigarette to your last dying day!

Riff

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

Tony

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

Tony