BREAK IT UP, YOU PUNKS! Cut it out! Come on, let's break it up, l said! Come on! Break...

Lieutenant Schrank: [shouting to the others] BREAK IT UP, YOU PUNKS! Cut it out! Come on, let's break it up, l said! Come on! Break it up! COME ON!
Officer Krupke: Alright, knock it off. Get up. Come on. Settle down.
Lieutenant Schrank: How many times have l told you punks to cut this stuff out?
Riff: Why, if it ain't Lieutenant Schrank.
The Jets: Top o' the day, Lieutenant Schrank.
Bernardo: And Officer Krupke.
The Sharks: Top o' the day, Officer Krupke.
Officer Krupke: [points at the sharks] l'll give you the top o' the head.
Lieutenant Schrank: Hey, you, get down!
A-Rab: But we're havin' such fun.
Snowboy: We enjoy the playground.
Riff: Ah, see, it keeps us deprived children off of the foul city streets.
Officer Krupke: Shut up.
A-Rab: And born like we was on the hot pavements.
Officer Krupke: You wanna get your skull broke?
Lieutenant Schrank: Hey, Baby John, come here! COME HERE!
[comes up to Lieutenant Schrank, and looks at the sharks]
Lieutenant Schrank: All right! Now, which one of these Puerto Ricans bloodied you? Huh?
Baby John: [looks at Schrank] W-Well, sir, uh...
Lieutenant Schrank: [points at them] Which one?
Riff: Uh... Uh, excuse me, sir. As a matter of fact, uh... we suspicion that the job was done by a cop.
Snowboy: Two cops.
Action: [points at the Jets] At the very least.
Officer Krupke: lmpossible.
Bernardo: ln America, nothing is impossible.
[they both laugh]