Quotes from Oliver Twist

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: [SPOILER] 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.

Workhouse Boy: [Woken by boy pacing back an forth] Tom, give it a rest will ya? We're trying to sleep.
Hungry Boy: Can't sleep. Too hungry.
Workhouse Boy: We're all hungry.
Hungry Boy: Yeah, but I'm scared.
Workhouse Boy: Scared? Of What?
Hungry Boy: I'm so hungry I'm scared I might eat the boy that sleeps next to me.

Mrs. Sowerberry: Is the boy mad?
Mr. Bumble: Tis not madness, Ma'am, it's meat
Mrs. Sowerberry: Meat?
Mr. Bumble: Meat, ma'am, meat! If you kept the boy on gruel this would have never have happened.
Mrs. Sowerberry: Oh my, this is what comes of being liberal.

Artful Dodger: You may start by jappaning my trotter case. In plain English, clean my boots.

Oliver Twist: Excuse me sir... did you knock?
Noah Claypole: I kicked.

Fagin: A terrible thing, Oliver... hangin'. The dawn... the noose, the gallows, the drop! You don't even have to be guilty, they'll hang you for anything these days, that's because they're so very fond of hangin'!

Nicky: There's two of yer! Who's he?
Artful Dodger: New pal.
Nicky: Where's he from?
Artful Dodger: Greenland.

Artful Dodger: I suppose you've been walkin so long on the beak's order?
Oliver Twist: What's that?
Artful Dodger: Don't you know what a beak is?
Oliver Twist: It's a bird's mouth isn't it?
Artful Dodger: [laughs] You are green. A beak's a magistrate, where have you been all your life?

Fagin: [watching Dodger and Nancy play cards] Lovely life isn't it my dear?
Oliver Twist: Yes, sir
Bet: Sir? You know who you're talking to, do ya?
Charley Bates: [laughs]

Oliver Twist: Please, sir, I want some more.

Nancy: But tonight he's a thief, and a liar, and all that's bad. Ain't that enough for the old wretch, without blows?

Artful Dodger: You know what a prig is, don'tcha?
Oliver Twist: I think I do. It's a - thief. You're one, are you not?
Artful Dodger: I am. So's Charley. So's Bet. So we all are, down to the dog. And he's the downiest one of the lot.
Charley Bates: And the least given to peaching.

Bill Sykes: [under his breath, about Nancy] There ain't a stauncher-hearted gal going, or I'd have cut her throat three months ago.

[final lines]
Fagin: [in tears] Press on! Press on! Press on!