Oliver Twist

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.

Nancy:
Let him be or I'll put that mark on you that'll send you to the gallows before your time.

Bill Sikes:
Fair or not fair, give it 'ere you avaricious old skeleton.

He might be trouble Bill.

Fagen:
He might be trouble Bill.