An adaptation of the classic Dickens tale, where an orphan meets a pickpocket on the streets of London. From there, he joins a household of boys who are trained to steal for their master.

Oliver Twist: Please, sir, I want some more.
Fagin: Do you know what I consider the greatest sin in the world, my dear? Ingratitude. That's what you're guilty of. Ingratitude.
Artful Dodger: You may start by jappaning my trotter case. In plain English, clean my boots.
Fagin: You're like yourself tonight, Bill.
[puts his hand on Bill's shoulder]
Fagin: Quite like yourself.
Bill Sykes: Well I don't feel like myself when you lay that wicked old claw on my shoulder, so take it away!
[final lines]
Fagin: [in tears] Press on! Press on! Press on!
Nicky: There's two of yer! Who's he?
Artful Dodger: New pal.
Nicky: Where's he from?
Artful Dodger: Greenland.
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]
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.
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?
Mr. Bumble: Oliver Twist has asked for more?
Mr. Limbkins: FOR MORE!
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.
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: 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?
Oliver Twist: Excuse me sir... did you knock?
Noah Claypole: I kicked.
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.
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'!

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