West Side Story Page #4

Tonight, tonight

The world is wild and bright

Going mad

Shooting sparks into space

Today, the world was just an address

A place for me to live in

No better than all right

But here you are

And what was just a world

Is a star

Tonight

Maruca! Es tarde.

I cannot stay. Go quickly.

I'm not afraid.

Please.

Goodnight.

Buenas noches.

I love you.

Yes.

Yes, hurry.

Tony?

- When will I see you?

- Tomorrow.

I work at the bridal shop

across the street... Madam Lucia's.

- I'll come there.

- At closing time, 6.00.

Yeah, yeah.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Tony!

- Sssh!

When you come, use the back door.

S.

Tony!

What does Tony stand for?

Anton.

Te adoro, Anton.

Te adoro, Maria.

Goodnight

Goodnight

Sleep well and when you dream

Dream of me

Tonight

Where are them Sharks?

Maybe they're too chicken to show.

A-rab, Riff and Ice ain't here yet.

- Come on.

- He don't use a switchblade.

He don't even use an atomic ray gun.

- Who don't?

- Captain Marvel.

Gee, I love him.

So marry him!

I ain't never gonna get married.

Too noisy!

You ain't never gonna get married.

Too ugly!

Pow! Pow!

Cracko jacko!

Down goes a teenage hoodlum.

Gee! C-could a real zip gun

make you do like that?

I know what it could make you do.

You'd better wear diapers.

Go walk the streets like your sister!

Listen, jailbait!

I licked you twice

and I can do it again!

Come on, Anybodys. Knock it off.

- Riff's here.

- Jets all present?

I'm proud of you.

You done good at the dance.

- So where are they?

- Unwind, Action.

- Any sign of Tony?

- The Invisible Man?

What are the Sharks gonna ask for?

- Mercy.

- Rubber hoses, maybe.

- Relax, little man.

- You tell him, Daddy-O.

- I'm ready.

- Easy! Cool!

- Chung chung!

- Cracko jacko!

Ooblee-oo.

Riff, in a tight spot,

you need every man you can get.

- No!

- An American tragedy.

- Pow!

- Oh, poo!

Ooblee-poo.

Look, when the Sharks come,

you chicks cut out.

We might. And then again, we might not.

This ain't kids' stuff, Graziella.

I and Velma ain't kids' stuff, neither.

Are we, Vel?

No, thank you.

Ooh! Ooblee-ooh!

And you can punctuate it.

Ooh!

What are we pooping around

with dumb broads?

I and Velma ain't dumb.

Hey, the bulls!

- Hey, you!

- Hey, who?

- Who, who?

- Who, me?

Who, her?

Top o' the evening, Officer Krupke.

You!

- Who? Me, sir?

- Yeah, you.

Didn't you hear me?

Yes, sir. I got 20-20 hearing.

Why didn't you answer?

His mother told him

not to answer back to a cop.

- You want me to run you in?

- Indeed not... sir.

I ought to run all yous punks in.

Why are you standing around

on the sidewalks?

You see, sir. We're afraid to go home.

Such a bad environment.

- We don't get no love there.

- Oh, it's awful.

If you don't leave us stay out here,

we're liable to turn into

juvenile delinquents.

I know yous was

cooking up something tonight.

Yous won't put nothing over on me.

Sergeant, come on.

We've got a 10-13.

Go on! Get a move on, all of yous.

Don't let me catch

none of yous here when I get back.

See you around now.

Hey, hey, hey!

- You forgot to say goodbye.

- They ain't got no manners.

Don't let me catch you here

when I get back!

- They treat us like we ain't human.

- He was pretty mad.

So what happened? A big fat nothing.

Suppose he comes back

while we're having the war council?

We'll snow him some more.

Cops believe all they read

in the papers about us JDs.

So that's what we give 'em!

Something to believe in.

Hey, you!

- Who, me, Officer Krupke?

- Yeah, you!

Give me one good reason

for not dragging you down

to the station, you punk!

Dear, kindly Sergeant Krupke

You gotta understand

It's just our bringing up-ke

That gets us out of hand

Our mothers all are junkies

Our fathers all are drunks

Golly, Moses

Naturally, we're punks

Gee, Officer Krupke

We're very upset

We never had the love

that every child ought to get

We ain't no delinquents

We're misunderstood

- Deep down inside us, there is good

- There is good

There is good, there is good

There is untapped good

Like inside the worst of us is good

That's a touching good story!

Let me tell it to the world!

Just tell it to the judge!

Dear, kindly judge, Your Honour

My parents treat me rough

With all their marijuana,

they won't give me a puff

They didn't want to have me

But somehow I was had

Leapin' lizards

That's why I'm so bad

Right! Officer Krupke

You're really a square

This boy don't need a judge,

he needs an analyst's care

It's just his neurosis

that ought to be cured

He's psychologically disturbed

I'm disturbed!

We're disturbed, we're disturbed

We're the most disturbed

Like we're psychologically disturbed

Hear ye! Hear ye!

In the opinion of this court,

this child is depraved

on account

he ain't had a normal home.

I'm depraved

on account I'm deprived!

So, take him to a headshrinker.

- You!

- Who me?

My daddy beats my mommy

My mommy clobbers me

My grandpa is a commie

My grandma pushes tea

My sister wears a moustache

My brother wears a dress

Goodness gracious

That's why I'm a mess

Yes! Officer Krupke

He shouldn't be here

This boy don't need a couch,

he needs a useful career

Society's played him a terrible trick

And sociologically he's sick

I am sick!

We are sick, we are sick

We are sick, sick, sick

Like we're sociologically sick

In my opinion,

this child does not need

to have his head shrunk at all.

Juvenile delinquency

is purely a social disease.

Hey, I got a social disease!

So take him to a social worker.

- Which way?

- That way.

Dear, kindly social worker

They tell me, "Get a job"

Like be a soda jerker

Which means like be a slob

It's not I'm antisocial

I'm only anti-work

Gloryosky

That's why I'm a jerk

Officer Krupke

You've done it again

This boy don't need a job

He needs a year in the pen

It ain't just a question

of misunderstood

- Deep down inside him, he's no good

- I'm no good

We're no good, we're no good

We're no earthly good

Like the best of us is no damn good

- The trouble is he's lazy

- The trouble is he drinks

- The trouble is he's crazy

- The trouble is he stinks

- The trouble is he's growing

- The trouble is he's grown

Krupke, we've got troubles of our own

Gee, Officer Krupke

We're down on our knees

Cos no-one wants a fella

with a social disease

Gee, Officer Krupke

What are we to do?

Gee, Officer Krupke

Krup you!

Curfew, gentlemen and ladies.

Aren't you up late, Baby John?

I got insomnia, Doc. Too many worries.

- Anyone seen Tony tonight?

- You bet you we did.

He was supposed to clean up the store.

Maybe he decided to clean up the PRs.

Tony?

Doc, you ain't gonna close up now?

I'm not?

- We got a war council here.

- A who?

To determine weapons.

We're gonna set up a mix with the PRs.

Weapons? You couldn't play basketball?

Get with it, buster.

You don't understand.

We got special business here.

Making trouble for the Puerto Ricans?

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