- Oliver Twist: Please sir, I want some more.
- Mr. Bumble: [thinking he must not have heard right] What?
- Oliver Twist: Please sir, I want some...
- [pauses hesitatingly]
- Oliver Twist: more?
- Mr. Bumble: [surprised beyond belief] More?
- 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, / And go for me, and nag at me, / The fingers, she would wag at me. / The money she would take from me. / A misery, she'll make from me... I think I'd better think it out again!
- 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!
- [last lines]
- Fagin: [singing] Can somebody change? It's possible - maybe it's strange, but it's possible. All my dearest companions and treasures, I've left them behind/ I'll turn a leaf over/ and who can tell what I may find?
- [he starts to walk towards London Bridge when Dodger appears behind a post-box]
- Fagin: Yes? Young man? And do I have the honor of your acquaintance?
- [Dodger shows him a wallet he has just stolen]
- Fagin: Lined?
- Dodger: Only the best. Lovely workmanship, ain't it?
- [Fagin takes the wallet, looks inside and smiles]
- Fagin: [sings] I'm reviewing/ the situation...
- Dodger: Once the villain, you're a villain to THE END!
- Fagin: Your light fingers.
- Dodger: Your inspiration.
- Fagin, Dodger: What a team!
- Dodger: Am I your partner?
- Fagin: More a friend. For your talents are employable/ so make your life enjoyable/ a world with pockets open wide/ awaits your whim to grope inside...
- Dodger: Collections undetectable...
- Fagin: We might retire respectable!
- Dodger: Together till our dying day!
- Fagin: The living proof that crime can pay!
- Fagin, Dodger: I think we'll have to think it out again! Hey!
- Dodger: Consider yourself... at home / Consider yourself... one of the family / We've taken to you... so strong / It's clear... we're... going to get along! / Consider yourself... well in / Consider yourself... part of the furniture / There isn't a lot... to spare / Who cares? What... ever we've got we share! / If it should chance to be / We should see some harder days / Empty larder days... Why grouse? / Always a chance we'll meet somebody / To foot the bill / Then the drinks are on the house! / Consider yourself... our mate / We don't want to have... no fuss / For after some consideration we can state... Consider yourself - one of us!
- 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?
- 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?
- [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: [singing] Who cares if straightlaces sneer at us in the street? Fine airs and fine graces don't have to sin to eat.
- Sowerberry: Well, having a rest Mr. Bumble?
- Noah Claypole: He's sitting on Oliver.
- Sowerberry: Quite right, we must all sit on Oliver.
- Mrs. Sowerberry: Have you been drinking again?
- Sowerberry: [wistfully] I met a friend in the cemetery...
- 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.
- 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.
- 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!
- Nancy: Not for me the happy home, happy husband, happy wife. Though it sometimes touches me, for the likes of such as me, mine's a fine, fine life!
- Fagin: [to Oliver] Delighted to see you looking so well my Dear! The Dodger will give you another suit for fear you will spoil that Sunday one!
- Dodger: [Finding Oliver's money] Cor! Look at this!
- Fagin: [to Oliver after taking the money] I'll bank it for ya.
- Bill Sikes: What's that? That's mine Fagin!
- Fagin: Oh no my Dear. Mine! Ours! You shall have the books.
- Bill Sikes: You hand it over you old skeleton!
- [Fagin reluctantly Bill the money]
- Bill Sikes: . That's for our share of the trouble. You keep the books. Start a library.
- Fagin: [Fagin and the boys are abandoning their hideout as the mob closes in. However, Bill Sikes is determined to escape at all costs using Oliver as a hostage] Bill! Why make things worse? Leave him!
- Bill: [holding Oliver in front of him] It's me, they're after! But they won't go for me! Not with the boy close, they won't. So, you keep out of this.
- Fagin: [to the boys] Out the back way, come on!
- Mrs. Sowerberry: He's gone mad, Mr. Bumble, or he wouldn't dare to speak to you like that.
- Mr. Bumble: It's not madness, ma'am, it's meat.
- Mrs. Sowerberry: Meat?
- Mr. Bumble: Meat, ma'am, meat. You've overfed the boy, ma'am. It raised an artificial spirit in the lad unbecoming to his station in life. This would never have happened if you kept him on gruel.
- Mrs. Sowerberry: Gruel?
- Mr. Bumble: I'll be glad to give you the recipe.
- Nancy: When you've got someone to love, you forget your care and strife. Let the prudes look down on us, let the wide world frown on us, it's a fine, fine life!
- Fagin: If you go on the way you started, you will be the greatest man of all time. Sweet dreams, Oliver.
- Fagin: Carry cash, at this time of night? All those thieves and robbers lurking in dark alleyways? I wouldn't dare.
- Mr. Bumble: [grabs Oliver] Now then, what's your explanation, you young scalawag?
- Oliver Twist: He called my mother names!
- Mrs. Sowerberry: And what if he did? You ungrateful little wretch! She deserves what he said, and worse!
- Oliver Twist: She didn't!
- Mrs. Sowerberry: She did!
- Oliver Twist: It's a lie!
- Mr. Bumble: Hold your tongue, boy!
- Mrs. Sowerberry: Put him in the cellar, Mr. Bumble! That'll teach him!
- Sowerberry: My love?
- Mrs. Sowerberry: Yes?
- Sowerberry: It's really quite comfortable.
- [She sighs]
- Mr. Bumble: [pushes Oliver down to the cellar] You will stay down there until we decide what's to be done with you!
- Noah Claypole: Here's your baggage, workhouse!
- Mrs. Sowerberry: £3, indeed! You can take him back!