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Mark Harmon (born September 2, 1951) is an American actor. Since the mid 1970s, he has appeared in a variety of television, film and stage roles following a brief career as a collegiate football player with the UCLA Bruins. Since 2003, Harmon has starred as Leroy Jethro Gibbs in the hit CBS series NCIS.
Harmon was born Thomas Mark Harmon in Burbank, California. His father was University of Michigan football All-American and Heisman Trophy winner, Tom Harmon. His mother was actress and artist, Elyse Knox (née Elsie Lillian Kornbrath). Harmon has two older sisters, actress and painter Kristin Nelson, the former wife of singer Ricky Nelson, and actress-model Kelly Harmon, who was once married to car magnate John DeLorean.
After attending Los Angeles Pierce College as a student and quarterback, Harmon transferred to the University of California, Los Angeles, and following in his father's athletic footsteps was the starting quarterback for the UCLA Bruins football team in 1972 and 1973. In UCLA's 1972 season he engineered a stunning upset of the two-time defending national champion, Nebraska Cornhuskers. He received the National Football Foundation Award for All-Round Excellence in 1973. In his two years as quarterback in coach Pepper Rodgers' wishbone offense, UCLA won 17 games and lost only 5. He graduated from UCLA with a B.A. in Communication cum laude in 1974.
Brian Dietzen (born November 14, 1977) is an American actor who has played the supporting role of Jimmy Palmer on NCIS since 2004.
Dietzen was born in Barrington, Illinois. Later, he studied theatre at the University of Colorado at Boulder's BFA acting program.
Dietzen has appeared in productions of Equus, and Waiting for Godot and joined The Colorado Shakespeare Festival for two years. He was cast in The WB series My Guide to Becoming a Rockstar. The part was a series regular as the drummer of the group. He later teamed up with John Riggi for a two-man show with Steve Rudnick called The Oldest Man in Show Biz.
He performed in the film From Justin to Kelly and has had a recurring role as Jimmy Palmer, a medical examiner's assistant, on the CBS series NCIS, since the first season episode, "Split Decision".
Write what you know
So they say all I know is I don't know what to write
Or the right way to write it
This is big lady don't screw it up
This is not some little vaudeville I'm reviewing.
Poor little kids versus rich greedy sour pusses
Ha, it's a cinch
It could practically write itself
And let's pray it does cause as I may have mentioned
I have no clue what I'm doing.
Am I insane this is what I've been waiting for
Well that plus the screaming of ten angry editors.
A girl? It's a girl. How the hell? Is that even legal?
Look just go and get her.
Not only that there's a story behind the story
Thousands of children exploited
Invisible
Speak up take a stand
And there's someone to write about it.
That's how things get better.
Give life's little guys some ink
And when it dries just watch what happens.
Those kids will live and breathe right on the page
And once they're center stage
You watch what happens.
And who's there with her camera and her pen
As boys turn into men
They'll storm the gates
And then just watch what happens when they do.
*scream*
Picture a handsome heroicly charismatic
Plain spoken know-nothing
Skirt chasing cocky little son of a-
Lie down with dogs and you wake up with
A raise and a promotion.
So he's a flirt, a complete ego maniac
The fact is he's also the face of the strike
What a face
Face the fact that's a face that could save us all from
sinking in the ocean.
Like someone said power tends to corrupt
And absolute power
Wait wait corrupts absolutely
That is genius!
But give me some time
I'll be twice as good as that six months from never.
Just look around at the world we're inheriting
And think of the one we'll create
Their mistake is they got old
That is not a mistake we'll be making
No sir we'll stay young forever!
Give those kids and me the brand new century
And watch what happens.
It's David and Goliath do or die
The fight is on
And I can't watch what happens.
But all I know is
Nothing happens if you just give in.
It can't be any worse than how it's been
And it just so happens that we just might win
So whatever happens
Pulitzer and Hearst
They think we're nothin'
Are we nothin'?
Pulitzer and Hearst
They think they got us
Do they got us?
Even though we ain't got hats or badges
We're a union just by saying so
And the world will know!
What's it gonna take to stop the wagons?
Are we ready?
Yeah!
What's it gonna take to stop the scabbers?
Can we do it?
Yeah!
We'll do what we gotta do
Until we break the will of mighty Bill and Joe
And the World will know
And the Journal too
Mister Hearst and Pulitzer
Have we got news for you
Now the world will hear
What we got to say
We been hawkin' headlines
But we're makin' 'em today
And our ranks will grow
And we'll kick their rear
And the world will know
That we been here
When the circulation bell starts ringin'
Will we hear it?
What if the Delanceys come out swingin'
Will we hear it?
When you got a hundred voices singin'
Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
And the world will know
That this ain't no game
That we got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim
So they gave their word
But it ain't worth beans
Now they're gonna see
What "stop the presses" really means
And the day has come
And the time is now
And the fear is gone
And our name is mud
And the strike is on
And I can't stand blood
And the world will
Pulitzer may own the World but he don't own us!
Pulitzer may own the World but he don't own us!
Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won't whip us!
Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won't whip us!
And the world will know
And the world will learn
And the world will wonder how we made the tables turn
And the world will see
That we had to choose
That the things we do today will be tomorrow's news
And the old will fall
And the young stand tall
And the time is now
And the winds will blow
And our ranks will grow and grow and grow and so
The world will feel the fire
And finally know!
Katherine:
Til the moment I found you,
I thought I knew what love was.
Now I'm learning what is true,
That love will do what it does.
The world finds ways to sting you
And then one day, decides to bring you
Something to believe in
For even a night.
One night may be forever,
But that's alright, that's alright.
And if you're gone tomorrow,
What was ours still will be.
I have something to believe in,
Now that I know you believed in me.
Jack:
We was never meant to meet,
And then we meet, who knows why.
One more stranger on the street.
Just someone sweet passin' by.
An angel come to save me,
Who didn't even know she gave me
Something to believe in
For even a day.
One day may be forever,
But that's okay, that's okay.
And if I'm gone tomorrow,
What was ours still will be.
I have something to believe in,
Now that I know you believed in me.
Both:
Do you know what I believe in?
Look into my eyes and see.
(Spoken)
Jack: If things were different...
Katherine: What, if you weren't going to Santa Fe?
Jack: Uh, and if you weren't an heiress. If your father wasn't after my
Head.
Katherine: You're not really scared of my father.
Jack: No, but I am pretty scared of you.
Katherine: Don't be.
Jack:
And if I'm gone tomorrow...
Katherine:
What was ours still will be.
Both:
I have something to believe in,
Now that I know you believed in me.
Jack:
I have something to believe in,
Both:
Open the gates and seize the day
Don't be afraid and don't delay
Nothing can break us
No one can make us
Give our rights away
So that's what they call a family
Mother daughter father son
Guess that everything you heard about is true
So you aint got any family
Who said you needed one
Aint ya glad nobody's waiting up for you
When I dream on my own
I'm alone but I aint lonely
For a dreamer nights the only time a day
When the city's finally sleeping and my thoughts begin to stray
And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe
And I'm free like the wind
Like I'm gunna live forever
Its a feeling time can never take away
All I needs a few more dollars
And I'm outa here to stay
Dreams comes true, yes they do
In Santa Fe
Where does it say that you gotta live and die here
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break
Why should you only take what your given
Why should you spend your whole life livin'
Trapped where they aint no future even at 17
Breaking your back for someone else's sake
If the life don't seem to suit ya how bout a change of scene
Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between
Santa Fe are you there
Do you swear you wont forget me
If I found you would you let me come and stay
I aint getting any younger
and before my dying day
I want space not just air
Let them laugh in my face
I don't care
Sante Fe
I'll be there
So that's what they call a family
Aint ya glad you aint that way
Aint ya glad you have a dream called
Santa Fe
Racetrack:
In 1899, the streets of New York echoed with the voices of Newsies.
Peddeling the papers of Joseph Pulitizer,
William Randolph Hearst, and other giants of the newspaper world.
On every corner you heard them carrying the banner.
Bringing you the news for a penny a pape.
Poor orphans and runaways, the newsies were a ragged army, withour a leader.
This is the story you wanted to write
Well, tonight is the night that you can
Just get this done and by dawn's early light
You can finish the fight you began
This time we're in it to stay
Think about seizing the day
Think of that train as she rolls into old Santa Fe
Tell 'em I'm on my way
See old man Pulitzer snug in his bed
He don't care if we're dead or alive
Three satin pillows are under his head
While we're beggin' for bread to survive
Joe, if you're still countin' sheep
Wake up and read 'em and weep
You got your thugs with their sticks and their slugs
Yeah, but we got a promise to keep
Once and for all, something tells me the tide'll be turnin'
Once and for all, there's a fire inside me that won't stop burnin'
Now that the choices are clear, now that tomorrow is here
Watch how the mighty will fall, for once and for all
This is for kids shinin' shoes in the street
With no shoes on their feet every day
This is for guys sweatin' blood in the shops
While the bosses and cops look away
This is to even the score
This ain't just Newsies no more
This ain't just kids with some pie in the sky
This is do it or die, this is war
Once and for all, we'll be there to defend one another
Once and for all, every kid is our friend, every friend a brother
Five thousand fists in the sky, five thousand reasons to try
We're goin' over the wall, better to die than to crawl
Music by Alan Menken.
Lyrics by Jack Feldman.
MEDDA:
My lovey-dovey baby
I boo-hoo-hoo for you
I used to be your tootsie-wootsie
Then you said toodley-doo
I miss the hanky-panky
Each nighty-night till three
Come back, my lovey-dovey baby
And coochie-coo with me
Our life was ducky-wucky
So goody-good were we
Come back, my lovey-dovey baby
A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at Sheepshead races
A porcelain tub with boilin' water
A Saturday night with the Mayor's daughter
Look at me
I'm the King of New York
Suddenly, I'm respectable
Starin' right at 'cha
Lousy with stature
Nobbin' with all the muckety mucks
I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe
And there I be, ain't I pretty?
It's my city, I'm the King of New York
A corduroy suit with fitted knickers
A mezzanine seat to see the flickers
Havana cigars that cost a quarter
An editor's desk for the Star Reporter
Tip your hat
He's the King of New York
How 'bout that
I'm the King of New York
In nothing flat
He'll be covering
Brooklyn to Trenton
Our man Denton
Makin' a headline out of a hunch
Protecting the weak and payin' for lunch
When I'm at bat, strong men crumble
Proud yet humble
I'm the King of New York
(He's the King of New York)
I gotta be either dead or dreamin'
'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin'
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was a star for one whole minute
Startin' now
I'm the King of New York
Ain't ya heard? I'm the King of New York
Holy cow, it's miracle
Pulitzer's cryin'
Weasel, he's dyin'
Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun
I'm one highfalutin' son of a gun
Don't ask me how
Fortune found me
Fate just crowned me
Now I'm King of New York
Look and see
Once a piker
Now a striker
I'm the King of New York
Victory
Front page story
Guts and glory
Music by Alan Menken.
Lyrics by Jack Feldman.
MEDDA:
High times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always land on my feet
So when there's dry times
I wait for high times and then
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I'm off to the races again!
My good friend the mayor, he called me today
He said all the voters are turning away
"Help me," he cried, "or they'll give me the axe!"
I said, "Your Honor, you've got to relax ..." Everybody!
ALL:
High times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always land on my feet
So when there's dry times
I wait for high times and then
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I'm off to the races again!
MEDDA:
So your old lady don't love you no more
So you're afraid there's a wolf at your door
So you got street rats that scream in your ear
ALL:
You win some, you lose some, my dear!
Oh, high times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always land on my feet
So when there's dry times
I wait for high times and then
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I'm off to the races again!
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I'm off
And I'm off
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That's my cigar
You'll steal another
Hey bummers we got work to do
Since when did you become me mother
Ah stop your bawling
Hey, who asked you?!
Try Bottle Alley or the harbor
Try Central Park its guaranteed
Try any bank or bum or barber
They almost all knows how to read!
I smell money
You smell foul
Met this girl last night
Move your elbow
Pass the towel
For a buck I might
Aint it a fine life
Carrying the banner through it all
A mighty fine life, carrying the banner tough and tall
Every morning we goes where we wishes
Wes as free as fishes
Sure beats washing dishes
What a fine life, carrying the banner home-free all
It takes a smile as sweet as butter
The kind that ladys can't resist
It takes an orphan with a stutter
who aint afraid to use his FIST
Summer stinks and winters waiting
Welcome to New York
Boy aint nature fascinating
When yous gotta walk
So its a fine life carrying the banner with me chums
Its a fine life carrying the banner with me chums
A mighty fine life, blowin' every nickel as it falls
A mighty fine life, blowin' every nickel as it falls
I'm no snoozer
Sitting makes me ancy
I likes livin' chancy
Harlen to Delancey
What a fine life
Carrying the banner through the slums
Blessed children
Though you wander lost and depraved
Jesus loves you, you shall be safe
(The two next are sang together)
Patrick?
Darling?
Since you left me I am undone
Mother loves you, god save my son
Just gimme half a cup
Something to wake me up
I gotta find an angle
I gotta sell more papes
Papers is all I got
Wish I could catch a breeze
Sure hope the headline's hot
All I can catch is fleas
God, help me if it's not
Somebody help me, please
If I hate the headlines
I'll make up the headline
And I'll say anything I have to
'Cause at two for a penny
If I take too many
Weasel just makes me eat 'em after
Look! They're puttin' up the headline
What's it say
You call that a headline
That won't pay
I get better stories
From the copper on the beat
So where's your spot
I was gonna start at twenty
God, it's hot
Now a dozen'll be plenty
Will ya tell me
Tell me, how'm I gonna make ends meet
We need a good assassination
We need an earthquake or a war
How 'bout a crooked politician
Hey stupid that aint news no more
Uptown to Grand Central Station
Down to City Hall
We improves our circulation
Walking till we fall
(The next two are sung together )
Still we'll be out there
Carrying the banner man to man!
We'll be out there
Soakin' every sucker that we can!
See the headline:
Newsies on a mission!
Kill the competition
Sell the next edition
While we're out there
Carrying the banner is the
Look, they're puttin' up the headline
They call that a headline?
The idiot who wrote it
Must be workin' for the Sun!
Did ya hear about the fire?
(Next two sang together)
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner through it all
A mighty fine life
Carrying the banner tough and tall
See the headline
Newsies on a mission
Kill the competition
Sell the next edition
What a fine life
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life
Carrying the banner
It's a
Would you look at that headline
You call that a headline
I get better stories
From the copper on the beat
I was gonna start with twenty
Now a dozen'll be plenty
Would you tell me how'm I ever
Gonna make ends meet
Hitched it on a trolley
Meetcha Forty-fourth and Second
Little Italy's a secret
Bleecker's further than I reckoned
By the courthouse
Near the stables
On the corner someone beckoned!
Go get 'em Cowboy
You got 'em now, boy
Go get 'em, Cowboy
You got 'em now, boy
Newsies need our help today.
Newsies need our help today.
Tell 'em brooklyns on the way.
Tell 'em brooklyns on the way.
We're from brooklyn.
We are newsies.
We are brooklyn, newsies.
Just got word that our buddies is hurtin'.
Facing total disaster for certain.
That our cue boys it's time to go slummin'.
Hey manhattan, the cavalry's coming.
Have no fear,
(You know we got your back from way back.)
Brooklyns here.
(We'll get your payback with some payback.)
We're the boys from the beaches of brighton.
Prospect park and the navy yard pier.
Strikes aint fun but they sure is exciting.
Loud and clear, brooklyns here.
Borough what gave me birth,
Friendliest place on earth.
Pay us a visit and see what we means.
And when you do... when you do... when you do...
We'll kick you half way to queens.
Now them soakers is in for a soakin'
What a sad way to end a career.
Theys a joke but if they thinks were joking.
Load and clear...
MANHATTANS HERE
FLUSHINGS HERE
RICHMONDS HERE
WOODSIDES HERE
SO IS THE BRONX
(Stick out tongue noise)
Brooklyns here, loud and clear.
I wish I was someone else
I'm confused I'm afraid I hate the loneliness
And there's nowhere to run to
Nothing makes any sense
But I still try my hardest
Take my hand
Please help me man
'Coz I'm looking for something to believe in
And I don't know where to start
And I dont' know where to begin, to begin
If I was stupid or naive
Trying to achieve what they all call contentness
If people weren't such dicks
And I never made mistakes
Then I could find forgiveness
Take my hand
Please help me man
'Coz I'm looking for something to believe in
And I don't know where to start
And I dont' know where to begin
Oh No
I can't be someone else
I don't feel that it's hopeless
I don't feel that I'm useless
I can't throw it all away
I need some courage to find my weakness
And with your love
I know with all my heart I can win
'Coz I'm looking for something to believe in