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!
Mr. Bumble: Oliver Twist has asked for more?

Mr. Limbkins: FOR 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.
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!
Fagin: [gazing upon Oliver as he sleeps] Look at him. What a shame it is. With his face he could pick old ladies' pockets in church. His face could be a fortune to us.