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.
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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:
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