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We might, and then again, we might not.

We're gonna rock it tonight

Now, we fought hard for this turf, and we ain't just gonna give it up.

There was a fight.

I feel stunning I feel stunning

I have not yet learned how to joke that way.

No, thank you. I don't smoke.

"Good-bye, boys."

I promised Doc I'd clean up the store tonight.

Little world, step aside

I just met a girl named Maria

That's what they keep telling me down at headquarters. "Understand."

Time together with time to spare

even the girls, so when you visit us...

Keep your eyes open!

- When I look at Chino, nothing happens. - What do you expect to happen?

For here you are

- Bernardo made me promise! - Bernardo!

Now the King can marry Tony and Maria. Let’s take a look at that part. Do you Anton, take this woman poorer, in sickness, to love, death, part, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera?

Twelve in a room in America

Now, this is more like it, fellas.

Better go underground

Someday a time for us

Santa Maria, make it not be true. Please, make it not be true.

You're well-protected

Someone gets in our way

And born like we was on the hot pavement.

- Will you let me pass? - She's too dark to pass.

I wanna hold it like we always held it, with skin!

Things are tough all over. Beat it!

- Yes, I got it. - Doc, you're a pal.

You want me to be an American, don't you?

I take after my mama. Delicate-boned.

He's like Bernardo, afraid.

And he needs me, too

and I catch any of you doin' any more brawlin' in my territory...

Indeed not, sir.

Tonight, tonight

- Downstairs. - Didn't I tell you he ain't here?

You're the Spic, and you go back in handcuffs.

A boy like that will give you sorrow

Keep cooly cool, boy.

And make this endless day endless night

For richer, for poorer...

- What's the matter, you scared? - Who you callin' scared?

Which means like, be a slob

What happened to Tony?

Say it loud, and there 's music playing

There's a place

- No. You are wrong. - There was.

I would enjoy to risk that.

It's too early for noches.

I sew in this place all day. I sit at home all night.

Who you calling hoodlum?

- Imagine being afraid of you! - You see?

Doc's at midnight. Spread the word. Right, Daddy-bro.

Where the devil are them Sharks?

Today the world was just an address

- we came like children believing... - Trusting with our hearts open!

This ain't kid stuff, Graziella.

Like, we're sociologically sick

When you're a Jet

- Back where you came from. - Spies.

We're no earthly good

Every last buggin' gang

School is done but I still have to work tomorrow

He's psychologically disturbed

Down the block, on a beach

There's somethin' due any day