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's become of the boy? Speak or I'll throttle you!

Dodger: The traps have got him, and that's all about it!
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.

Oliver's Mother: Well?

Mr. Sowerberry: 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.

Nancy: Why are you looking at me like that? Oh, no! No! No! Bill! Bill! Bill!
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.
Fagin: That's the worst of having to deal with women, my dears. But they're clever and we can't get on without them.
Oliver Twist: Please, sir. I want some more.

Workhouse Master: What?

Mrs. Corney: What?

Mr. Bumble: What?

Chairman of the Board: Ask for more?
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Doctor Who Delivers Oliver: It's all over, Mrs. Thingummy.
Chairman of the Board: Gentlemen, it is my considered opinion that our charity is being presumed upon.

Workhouse Board Member: Here, here...

Chairman of the Board: This Workhouse has become a regular place of *entertainment* for the poorer classes.
Mr. Sowerberry: I've just taken the measure of the two women that died last night.

Mr. Bumble: Coffins are looking up, Mr. Sowerberry.
Mr. Bumble: You'll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry.

Mr. Sowerberry: The prices allowed by the Board are very small, Mr. Bumble.

Mr. Bumble: So are the coffins.

Mr. Sowerberry: Well, well, Mr. Bumble, there's no denying that. But we must have some profit, Mr. Bumble.
Mr. Bumble: Be good enough to tell Mr. Sowerberry that the beadle is here.
Mrs Sowerberry: Your bed's under the counter. You don't mind, I suppose?

Oliver Twist: No, ma'am.

Mrs Sowerberry: Doesn't much matter whether you do or you don't, for you can't sleep anywhere else.
Mr. Sowerberry: A very good looking boy, that, my dear.

Mrs Sowerberry: He need be. He eats enough.
Noah Claypole: You know, Workhouse, your mother must have been a regular, right-down bad 'un.

Oliver Twist: What did you say?

Noah Claypole: A regular, right-down bad 'un, Workhouse. And it's a great deal better, Workhouse, that she died when she did, or else she'd have been doing hard labor in Bridewell. Or transported or hung, which is more likely than either.
Mrs Sowerberry: Fetch the beadle!
Mr. Bumble: He comes from a bad family, sir. Excitable natures, Mrs. Sowerberry.
Bill Sikes: What's it all about, Fagin?
Bill Sikes: What's in the wind, Fagin?
Oliver Twist: Twist. Oliver Twist.

Mr. Brownlow: Hmm, that's a queer name.
Mrs. Corney: Are you gonna sit there snoring all day?

Mr. Bumble: I shall sit here as long as I think proper, ma'am. And though I was not snoring, I shall snore, gape, sneeze, laugh or cry as the humor strikes me.
Mr. Bumble: The prerogative of a man is to command.

Mrs. Corney: And what's the prerogative of a woman, in the name of goodness?

Mr. Bumble: To obey, ma'am.

Mrs. Corney: Huh!
Mrs. Bedwin: Mr. Brownlow wants to see you, and we must make you smart as sixpence.
Mr. Grimwig: You old women never believe anything but quack doctors and lying story books.
Mr. Grimwig: I'll take the liberty, if you'll allow me, of helping us both to a glass of sherry.
Bill Sikes: You hold your tongue and keep your melting pot ready.
Landlord Of 'Three Cripples': Now, ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you, a charming young singer who has never appeared in public before. Miss Lucy Willow.

Singer At 'Three Cripples': [singing] This morning early, My malady was such, I in my tea took brandy, And I took a drop too much...
Mr. Bumble: I have the dubious pleasure of naming these orphans. Alphabetically. The last one was Swallow, this one I've named Twist.
Mr. Brownlow: He'll be back in 20 minutes.

Mr. Grimwig: Are you sure he will return ? That boy has a new set of clothes, a pack of valuable books, and a £5 note in his pocket. If he returns back to this house I will eat my hat.

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Scarlett 2022-03-26 09:01:14

Perhaps it can be said that China's Sanmao has the shadow of this film in some sense.
Aaliyah 2022-03-12 08:01:02

David Lean's most successful adaptation of a famous book. While condensing and extracting the original work, it accurately presents the gloomy chaos of the London slums in the foggy city of the early 19th century. The black and white light and shadow control is mesmerizing, some scenes are like film noir, but the montage after Nancy is killed by Sykes the most is the montage sequence - in a series of overhead (+1 roof overhead) shots In the middle of the day, it was dawn, the sun gradually illuminated the roof tiles, the holy light shone through the glass windows of the cathedral, someone opened the windows of the bungalow, and the bright light entered the room. At that moment, as if the promise of redemption and grace, it also indicated the end of the sinner. Every actor in the film fits seamlessly with the character. Davis is like Oliver from the original book. He grew an aquiline nose and a thick beard, sometimes venomous, and sometimes warm. Even the puppy was very good at acting. In the face of Sykes' killing, it first kept scratching the wooden door, and then shrank and shivered in the corner. (9.0/10)