Oliver!
1968
(about Oliver) Mr Bumble: Mother came to us destitute. Brings a child into the world, takes one look at him and promptly dies - -without leaving so much as a forwarding name and address!
Nancy: I thieved for you when I was half his age and it's your dirty work I've been doing ever since. Bill: Well if you have it's a living ain't it? Fagin: Yes, a living is a living. Nancy: Some living, Lord help me, some living!
Bill Sikes: You're a fine one for the boy to make a friend of! Nancy: Yes, I am, Lord help me! But tonight he's a liar, and a thief, and all that's bad! Ain't that enough for you without beating him to death?
Nancy: Bill, you do love me, don't ya? Bill Sikes: Of course I do; I live with ya, don't I?
Fagin: We must have civil words, Bill. Civil words.
Oliver Twist: Please sir, I want some more. Mr Bumble: More?
Boy: Fagin, this sausage is moldy! Fagin: Shut up and drink your gin.
Oliver Twist: (singing) Where is love?
Nancy: (to Oliver) Charmed! Dodger: Oh yes! We're all ladies and gentlemen around here! Nancy: Now don't you take no notice of them, just because you got manners and they ain't!
Mr Jessop: Two other boys stole Mr Brownlow's wallet. This child had nothing to do with it! The Magistrate: (half-drunk) But sentence has been passed... hasn't it?
Mr Brownlow: (referring to Bill Sikes) Who is this man? Nancy: No, I won't tell ya! Whatever else I do I won't turn on him. You wouldn't understand, but I've got to go back. I want to go back.
Nancy: (singing) Who cares if straightlaces sneer at us in the street? Fine airs and fine graces don't have to sin to eat.
Mr Brownlow: Wait! Is the boy hurt, ill-treated? If so, I shall - Nancy: (referring to Bill Sikes) I can't say no more, PLEASE! He'll kill me as it is if he finds out!
Noah Claypole: Your mother was a regular, right-down bad 'un.
Mr Brownlow: In the eyes of the law, you are the more guilty of the two, for the law supposes that your wife acts under your direction. Mr Bumble: If that's what the law supposes, sir, then the law is a ass! If that be the eyes of the law, sir, then the law is a bachelor!
Bill: Hand it over, you avaricious old skeleton.
Fagin: (sings) I'm reviewing the situation / Can a fellow be a villain all his life? / All the trials and tribulations! / Better settle down and get myself a wife. / And a wife would cook and sew for me, / And come for me, and go for me, / The fingers, she will wag at me. / The money she will take from me. / A misery, she'll make from me... ... I think I'd better think it out again!
Fagin: (sings) In this life, one thing counts / In the bank, large amounts / I'm afraid these don't grow on trees, / You've got to pick-a-pocket or two / You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys, / You've got to pick-a-pocket or two. Boy: (sings) Large amounts don't grow on trees. / You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.