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!

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• (singing) Play it cool boy, real cool.
• My brother is a silly watchdog!
• 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.