Oliver Twist
1948
Nancy: (about Oliver) I thieved for you when I was a child not half his age, and I've thieved for you ever since, don't you know it! Fagin: And if you have, it is your living! Nancy: Aye, it is. It is my living. And you're the wretch that drove me to them long ago, and that'll keep me there, day and night, day and night, DAY AND NIGHT!
Mr Brownlow: The law assumes that your wife acts under your direction. Mr Bumble: If the law supposes that, then the law is a ass, a idiot! If that's the eye of the law, then the law is a bachelor. And the worst I wish the law is that his eye may be opened by experience.
Fagin: What has become of the boy? Speak up! Dodger: The traps got him!
Nancy: I will not turn on the others because, bad as they are, they never turned on me.
Fagin: Strike them all dead! What right have you to butcher me?
Oliver Twist: Please Sir, I want some more.
Mr Bumble: You'll make your fortune Mr Sowerberry. Mr Sowerberry: The prices allowed by the board are very small. Mr Bumble: So are the coffins.
Noah Claypole: Do you know who I am? Oliver Twist: No Sir. Noah Claypole: I'm Mr Noah Claypole and you're under me so don't you forget it!
Mr Sowerberry: There's an expression of melancholy in his face, my dear, which is very interesting. He'd make a delightful mute, my love.
Mr Bumble: Where is this audacious young savage?
Noah Claypole: Workhouse, what's your mother? Oliver Twist: She's dead. Noah Claypole: What she die of workhouse? Oliver Twist: They said she died of a broken heart.
Fagin: Clever dogs, clever dogs. Never blowed on old Fagin.
Fagin: You'd like to make pocket handkerchiefs as easily as the Artful Dodger, wouldn't you my dear? Oliver Twist: Yes, if you teach me sir. Fagin: We will, my dear, we will.
Nancy: He'll blow on us Fagin, for certain.
Mr Bumble: Cry your hardest now, it opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes and softens down the temper. So cry away.
Mr Brownlow: Somehow I feel you and I are going to be good friends.
Mr Brownlow: How would you like to grow up a clever man and write books? Oliver Twist: I think I'd rather read them sir. Mr Brownlow: What, don't you want to be a book writer? Oliver Twist: I think I'd rather be a bookseller sir.
Oliver Twist: I don't know them, I don't belong with them.
Bill Sikes: There's light enough for what I've got to do.
Mr Brownlow: It only remains for me to tell you that neither of you will ever be employed in a position of trust again.
Town Crier: Murder! Brutal Murder!
Nancy: Let him be or I'll put that mark on you that'll send me to the gallows before me time.
Bill Sikes: Fair or not fair, give it 'ere you avaricious old skeleton.