Is it worth the waiting for If we live till 94?

All we ever get is gruel Every day we say our prayer Will
they change the bill of fare? Still we get the same old gruel! There's not a crust Not a crumb can we
find Can we beg, can we borrow or cadge But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill When
we all close our eyes and imagine Food, glorious food! Hot sausage and mustard! While we're in the
mood Cold jelly and custard! Peas, pudding and saveloys! What next is the question Rich gentlemen
have it, boys Indigestion! Food! We're anxious to try it Three banquets a day Our favorite diet! Just
picture a great big steak Fried, roasted or stewed Oh, food! Wonderful food! Marvelous food!
Glorious food! Food, glorious food! Don't care what it looks like Burnt, underdone, crude Don't care
what the cook's like Just thinking of growing fat Our senses go reeling One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling! Food, glorious food! What wouldn't we give for That extra bit more That's all that we
live for Why should we be fated to Do nothing but brood Oh, food Magical food Wonderful food
Marvelous food Heavenly food Beautiful food Glorious food! For what you are about to receive May
the Lord make you truly thankful Amen Please, sir, I want some more. What? Please, sir, I want some
more. More? - Catch him! - Snatch him! - Hold him! - Scold him! Pounce him! Trounce him! Pick him
up and bounce him! Wait! Before we take the lad to task May I be so curious as to ask his name?
Oliver Oliver Twist, Mr. Bumble. - You named him so yourself. - So that's who he is! Oliver! Oliver!
Never before has a boy wanted more! Oliver! Oliver! Won't ask for more when he knows what's in
store There's a dark, thin, winding Stairway without any banister Which we'll throw him down And
feed him on cockroaches Served in a canister Oliver! Oliver! What will he do when he's turned black
and blue? He will rue the day Somebody named him Oliver! Oliver, Oliver Never before has a boy
wanted more! Oliver! Oliver! Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store There's a long, thin,
winding Stairway without any banister Which we'll throw him down And feed him on cockroaches
Served in a canister Oliver! Oliver! What, heavens pray, will the governors say? They will lay the
blame On the one who named him Oliver! - Out! - Out! One boy Boy for sale He's going cheap How
much, then? Only seven guineas How much? That or thereabout Fine boy Boy for sale He's yours to
keep For 1,000 pennies You can work it out That's four pounds, three and four Slightly under four
guineas Knocked down from seven guineas Three pounds, ten shillings. Three pounds what, sir?
Certainly not, sir Any advance on three pounds ten, then? Going Gone I could not say He isn't very
greedy I dare not I'd be telling you a tale One boy Boy for sale Come take a peek Have you ever seen
as nice a boy for sale? - How much did you say? - Only three guineas, Mr. Sowerberry. - A bargain, if
ever there was one. - I was looking for a boy. All right, bring him in, Mr. Bumble. Bring him in. Ah, my
love. I said we might consider taking this boy to help in the shop. Dear me. He's very small. Oh, he is
rather small, there's no denying, but he'll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry. He'll grow. I daresay he will. On
our vittles and our drink! These workhouse boys always cost more than they're worth. - Where did
he come from? - Mother came to us destitute. She brings a child into the world, takes one look at
him and promptly dies without leaving so much as a forwarding name and address. So here he is,
yours for three guineas, as agreed. Cash on delivery. Oh, no. No, Mr. Bumble, no, no. Cash upon
liking. A week on approval. If we get enough work out of him without putting too much food into
him, - then we'll keep him. - But he's... He can help Noah Claypole put the shutters up. Do you hear,
now? Then he can clean out the stables, fill the lamps and sweep the yard. I'll look after him, missus.
You see, my dear, it occurred to me that he'd make a delightful coffin-follower. That expression of
melancholy. It's very interesting, don't you think so, my love? I don't mean a regular coffin-follower
to attend grown-up people, no, no, no, just at children's funerals. A mute in proportion, so to speak?
Precisely. A superb effect, don't you think so, my love? Do you think you could look like that
gentleman up there? Perhaps, if I had a tall hat. Look, it's Oliver! - Noah, come on. - No. How's your
mother, workhouse? You leave my mother out of it. She's dead. What did she die of? Shortage of
breath? You'd better not say anything about her to me. Don't you be cheeky, workhouse. Your
mother, she was a nice one. A regular right-down bad one, she was. What did you say? It's a good
thing she died when she did, 'cause she'd been in prison doing hard labor... Help! Help! Get away,
you! Get away from him! What's going on down here? What are you trying to do, wake up the dead
or something? It's you, you little... Get out of here! He started it! Come here, you! - Quick! - Put the
lid on. Oh, dear! I'm going off. Water! Noah, run over to the workhouse. Get Mr. Bumble. Tell him to
come quick. Well, where is he? Where is the young rascal? - Oliver? - Yes, I'm here! - Do you know
this here voice, Oliver? - Yes, I do! Well, ain't you afraid of it, Oliver? Ain't you a-trembling when I
speak, Oliver? No, I'm not! He's gone mad, Mr. Bumble. Or he wouldn't dare to speak to you like
that. It's not madness, ma'am, it's meat. - Meat? - Meat, ma'am, meat! You overfed the boy. You
raised an artificial spirit in the lad unbecoming to his station in life. This would never have happened
if you kept him on gruel. - Gruel? - I'll be glad to give you the recipe. - Well, well, well. Having a rest,
Mr. Bumble? - He's sitting on Oliver. - Quite right. We must all sit on Oliver. - You been drinking
again? - I met a friend in the cemetery. - Help! Who's in there? That coffin should not have been
occupied until tomorrow. It's reserved for a very important client. Stand back! Now, then. What's
your explanation, you young scallywag? He called my mum a name. And what if he did, you
ungrateful little wretch? She deserved what he said and worse. - She didn't! - She did! - It's a lie! -
Hold your tongue, boy! Put him down in the cellar, Mr. Bumble. That'll teach him. - My love? - Yes!
It's really quite comfortable. You'll stay down there till we decide what's to be done with you. And
here's your baggage, workhouse. Three pounds, indeed! You can take him back. Where is love? Does
it fall from skies above? Is it underneath the willow tree That I've been dreaming of? Where is she
Who I close my eyes to see? Will I ever know the sweet hello That's meant for only me? Who can say
where she may hide? Must I travel far and wide? Till I am beside the someone who I can mean
something to Where Is love? Every night I kneel and pray Let tomorrow be the day When I see the
face of someone who I can mean something to Where Is love? Please help me. Please! What you
staring at? Haven't you never seen a toff? No, never. I'm sorry. I didn't... Oh, that's all right. -
Hungry? - Yes, I am. I've come a long way. I've been walking for seven days. Been running away from
the beak, have you? The what? Now, don't say you don't know what a beak is. It's a bird's mouth,
isn't it? My eyes, how green can you get! For your information, a beak is a magistrate. Who you
running away from, then? Your old man? No, I'm an orphan. I've come to London to make my
fortune. Hello. You have, have you? Got any lodgings? - Money? - Not a farthing. Do you live in
London? What the... I suppose you want someplace to sleep tonight, eh? Do you know of anywhere?
As it so happens, I know a respectable old gentleman - what'll give you lodgings for nothing. - Really?
And never ask for the change. That is, if any other gentleman he knows introduces you. And don't he
know me? He must be a very kind old gentlemen. Oh, yes, yes, he's very kind. And I'm a particular
favorite of his. Well, now, if you're coming along, I'd better know who you are. My name's Oliver.
Oliver Twist. And mine's Jack Dawkins. Better known among me more intimate friends as the Artful
Dodger. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dodger. Sure the old gentleman won't mind? Mind? Consider
yourself at home Consider yourself one of the family I'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 Here! There isn't a lot to
spare Who cares? Whatever we 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! 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? Whatever we got, we share Nobody tries to be la-di-da and uppity There's a cup o' tea for all
Only it's wise to be handy with a rolling pin When the landlord comes to call! Consider yourself our
mate We don't want to have no fuss For after some consideration we can state Consider yourself
One of us! 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 Hammer up, hammer down! Hammer up, hammer down!
Lift, drop! Lift, down! Up! Not too slow, boys. There you go, boys. Hammer up, hammer down! Lift,
down! Up! Out! Down! Lift! Drop! Hammer up! Hammer down! Lift, down! - Help! - Help! 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! Are on the house Are on the
house, are on the house Are on the house, are on the house Are on the house 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? Whatever we got we share! Nobody tries to be la-di-da and uppity There's a cup o' tea for all
Only it's wise to be handy with a rolling pin When the landlord comes to call! Consider yourself our
mate We don't want to have no fuss For after some consideration we can state Consider yourself,
consider yourself Consider yourself, consider yourself Consider yourself One of us! It's Dodger!
Coming up. Dodger. Oliver! Up you go. - Not again! - Get out! Hey, Fagin, I brought my new friend to
see you. Oliver Twist. Sir. I hope I shall have the honor of your intimate acquaintance. We are very
glad to see you, Oliver. Very. Aren't we, my dears? - Oh, yeah, Fagin! - Yes, Fagin! Give me back my
things! Leave it! Leave it! Leave him alone! Dodger, take off the sausages. Charlie, lay a place at the
table for Mr. Twist. Dodger tells me you have come to London to seek your fortune, Oliver. Yes, sir.
Well, we must see what we can do to help you, mustn't we? - Thank you, sir. - These sausages are
moldy! Shut up and drink your gin! You're staring at the pocket handkerchiefs, eh, my dear? We just
hung them up ready for the wash, that's all. - Is this a laundry, then, sir? - Yeah, that's right. A
laundry! Not exactly, my boy. I suppose a laundry would be a very nice thing indeed. But our line of
business pays a little better. Don't it, boys? You see, Oliver... 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 Large amounts don't grow on trees
You've got to pick a pocket or two Let's show Oliver how to do it, my dears! Just a game, Oliver, just
a game. Why should we break our backs Stupidly paying tax? Better get some untaxed income Better
pick a pocket or two You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys You've got to pick a pocket or two Why
should we all break our backs? Better pick a pocket or two Robin Hood, what a crook Gave away
what he took Charity's fine, subscribe to mine Get out and pick a pocket or two You've got to pick a
pocket or two, boys Robin Hood was far too good Get out and pick a pocket or two Take a tip from
Bill Sikes He can whip what he likes I recall, he started small He had 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 We could be like old Bill Sikes If
we pick a pocket or two Dear old gent passing by Something nice takes his eye Everything's clear,
attack the rear! Get in and pick a pocket or two You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys You've got
to pick a pocket or two Have no fear, attack the rear Get in and pick a pocket or two When I see
someone rich Both my thumbs start to itch Only to find some peace of mind I have 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 Just to find some
peace of mind We have to pick a pocket or two! Put them all back in the box! - Oh, why must we? -
Why? All of them. Come here! Good boy. What a crook! We've all been hard at work today, haven't
we, my dears? And what have you got, Dodger? - A couple of wallets. - Lined? Only the best. Not as
heavy as they might be. But very nicely made. - Ingenious workman, ain't he, Oliver? - Does he make
these himself? - With his own lily-white hands! - What have you got, Charlie? - A couple of wipes. -
Well, they're very good ones. Very. But you haven't embroidered them too well, though, have you,
Charlie? So we'll have to pick the initials out with a needle. You'll need to learn how to do this, too,
Oliver, my dear. Won't he, boys? - Yeah, the trademark. - The trademark. In the meantime, you must
learn how to make wallets. Like the Dodger. You'd like that, wouldn't you, my dear? Yes, Mr. Fagin, if
you'll teach me. Certainly, my boy, no fee. Just do everything that Dodger and the others do. Make
them your models, my dear, especially Dodger. He's going to be a right little Bill Sikes. Who's Bill
Sikes, Mr. Fagin? He's a very clever gentleman. You'll meet him tomorrow. Maybe. Now is it possible,
perchance, that my kerchief is protruding from my pocket? - Yes. I can just see the edge. - Can you?
Well, then. See if you can take it out without my feeling it, like you saw the others do. You've got to
pick a pocket or two, boys You've got to pick a pocket or two Is it gone? Yes, Mr. Fagin. Look! Well,
that's a surprise, I must say. You're a clever boy, Oliver. I never saw a sharper lad. Here's a shilling for
you. I have to go to the bank. Now, bedtime, all of you! There's a hard day's work ahead! Close the
shutters! Where do I sleep, sir? Over here, my dear. Settle down! Dodger, take your hat off in bed!
Where's your manners? Here, my dear, have a good sleep. There, that's it. Put you up right. There. If
you go on the way you started, you will be the greatest man of all time. Sweet dreams, Oliver. Sweet
dreams. Good night, sir. You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys You've got to pick a pocket or two
Is he here? Mr. Sikes. Has he come yet? Nancy's inside waiting for him. - And how's business? Nice
and brisk? - Don't burn your fingers, will you? I never do, my dear. Not if I can help it. Nancy! Nancy!
He's back! He's here! Nancy. Beautiful. You done well, Bill. All one job? Such a professional. Now,
Bill... Bill. Carry cash? At this time of night? All those thieves and robbers lurking in dark alleyways? I
wouldn't dare. Besides, I've got to price it first. Nancy's waiting. Give you a good supper. Tomorrow,
Bill. My word on it. Small pleasures, small pleasures Who would deny us these? Gin toddies, large
measures No skimping if you please! I rough it, I love it Life is a game of chance I never tire of it
Leading a merry dance If you don't mind having to go without things It's a fine life! Though it ain't all
jolly old pleasure outings It's a fine life! 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! Who cares
if strait-laces Sneer at us in the street? Fine airs and fine graces Don't have to sin to eat We wander
through London Who knows what we may find? There's pockets left undone On many a behind If
you don't mind taking it like it turns out It's a fine life! Keep the candle burning until it burns out It's
a fine life! Though you sometimes do come by The occasional black eye You can always cover one Till
he blacks the other one But you don't dare cry No flounces, no feathers No frills and furbelows All
winds and all weather Ain't good for fancy clothes These trappings These tatters These we can just
afford What future? What matters? We've got our bed and board If you don't mind having to deal
with Fagin It's a fine life! Though diseased rats threaten to bring the plague in It's a fine life! And the
grass is green and dense On the right side of the fence So we take good care of it That we get our
share of it And we don't mean pence If you don't mind having to like or lump it It's a fine life! It's a
fine... Though there's no tea-sipping and eating crumpets It's a fine life! 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! Bull's-eye! Come here, will you? Bull's-eye! Bull's-eye! Come here! Worth all the rest
put together. Can I help it? This is my private treasure. My little pleasure. A cup of coffee and a quick
count-up. I mean, who's gonna look after me in me old age? Would you, birdie? Will you? Why are
you watching me? Why are you, mate? Quick! Speak out! I want to know every detail you saw! I'm
sorry, sir. I'm sorry. - Did you see where I fetched the box from? - I don't think so, sir. - Be sure. Be
sure! - Quite sure, sir! Well, if you're sure, then I'm sure. Of course, I knew all along, my dear. I didn't
mean to frighten you. Brave boy, Oliver. Brave boy. Did you... Did you see any of those pretty things,
my dear? Yes, sir. They're mine, Oliver. My little treasure. All I got to live on in me old age. It's a
terrible thing, old age. Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Can I go back to sleep again now, sir? Certainly, my boy,
go to sleep. Pleasant dreams. Same to you, sir. Sauce boat, George III, scroll handle, 5. Tiara, George
II, rose-cut diamond, paste, half a crown. Nancy! I'm coming! Bill? Bill, your breakfast is ready. Oh,
for God's sake. Oh, I'll warm it up for your supper. Go down to Fagin's and get the cash, will you? All
right. Nancy. I am trying to sleep. Bill. You do love me, don't you? Of course I do! I live with you,
don't I? That bit's for me, ain't it, Fagin? Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat! Appetite! Come on, finish your
breakfast, it's time to get to work. Hurry up, you'll miss the morning trade. - Ain't there no more
sausages, then? - You want some supper tonight? Hi, hi. Who wants some bull's-eyes? Wait a
minute, now! One at a time! One at a time! Oh, go on, then. Go and share them. Miladies, they must
meet our new boy. Well! What have we got here, then? Oh, ladies, I forgot you must meet our new
lodger, Mr. Oliver Twist, Esquire. Nancy and Beth. Charmed. Oh, yes. We're all ladies and gentlemen
around here. We're all quality. Now, don't you take no notice of him, Oliver. Just 'cause you got
manners and they ain't. What you mean, I ain't got no manners? - I'm a regular gent, I am! - Yeah!
Permit me to assist you across the road? Well, I was only going to the palace, actually. Doorman, a
cab, if you please. Allow me the privilege to escort you in me own carriage. After you, Your Grace. Sir
Artful, you are too kind. I'd do anything For you, dear, anything For you mean everything to me I
know that I'd go anywhere For your smile, anywhere For your smile everywhere I'd see Would you
climb a hill? Anything! Wear a daffodil? Anything! Leave me all your will? Anything! Even fight my
Bill? What? Fisticuffs? I'd risk everything For one kiss, everything Yes, I'd do anything! Anything?
Anything for you! I'd do anything For you, dear, anything For you mean everything to me I know that
I'd go anywhere For your smile, anywhere For your smile everywhere I'd see Would you lace my
shoe? Anything! Paint your face bright blue? Anything! Catch a kangaroo? Anything! Go to
Timbuktu? And back again! I'd risk everything For one kiss, everything Yes, I'd do anything Anything?
Anything for you! I'd go anywhere For your smile, anywhere For your smile everywhere I'd see I
know that I'd do anything For you, dear, anything For you mean everything to me To me! - To me! -
To me! To me, me, me, me, me I'd do anything For you, dear, anything Yes, I'd do anything
Anything? Anything for you! Would you rob a shop? Anything! Would risk the drop? Anything
Though your eyes go pop Anything! When you come down, plop Hang everything! We'd risk life and
limb To keep you in the swim Yes, we'd do anything! Anything? Anything for you Well, get to work,
then! No argument when there's fine pickings in the street. - Get out and earn your keep. - You told
us we could go see the hanging! Be sure it ain't your own. Fagin, I'm waiting. Waiting, my dear?
What for? Bill will give you what-for if you don't fork out. Now come on, hand over. Start counting. -
Come on, what do you think we are? - Rush, rush, rush. You and your Bill, you'll be the ruin of me
between you! That's right. If it's all the same to you! - What was that for? - For getting caught! I was
only practicing! I'll die a pauper yet. Here, take it. I'll starve. You'll find me lying in the gutter with me
feet sticking up in the air. Bill might think the count is a bit short, wouldn't you say? I only wish you
had to get rid of the stuff. That's all I wish. He still might. Come on. So me and the boys, we live on
air till I find a customer? Heartless, that's what I am. Come on, Beth. Ta-ta, kids! - Ta-ta, Nancy! - Bye,
Nancy! Hey, Fagin. Young Oliver wants to come on the game with Charlie and me. ...six and four is
ten, another 13, and 31. What's that? On the job, you mean? Can I? Please? I'd like to. Would you,
my dear? Well, why not? You got to start somewhere. You couldn't do it in better company. - Look
after him, Dodger. - Hats on, boys. Time we're off. - Then I can go, sir? - Good luck on your first job,
my dear. I'll be waiting for you here when you come back. - Line up! - Line up! - Single file! - Single
file! - Quick march, left! - Right! - Left! - Right! - Left, right! - Left, right! You can go, but be back soon
You can go, but while you're working This place, I'm pacing 'round Until you're home, safe and sound
Fare thee well, but be back soon Who can tell where danger's lurking? Do not forget this tune Be
back soon How could we forget? How could we let Our dear old Fagin worry? We love him so We'll
come back home In, oh, such a great big hurry It's him that pays the piper It's us that calls the tune
So long, fare thee well Pip-pip, cheerio We'll be back soon Cheerio, but be back soon I don't know,
somehow I miss you I love you That's why I Say cheerio, not goodbye Don't be gone long Be back
soon Give me one long, last look Bless you Remember our old tune Be back soon You can go, but be
back soon You can go, but bring back plenty Of wallets full of cash Don't want to see any trash Whip
'em quick and be back soon Only thick ones now, not empty Get rich this afternoon Be back soon
Our pockets hold a watch of gold That chimes upon the hour A wallet fat An old man's hat The
jewels from the Tower We know the nosy policemen But they don't know this tune So long, fare
thee well Pip-pip, cheerio We'll be back soon Cheerio, but be back soon I don't know, somehow I
miss you I love you That's why I Say cheerio, not goodbye Don't be gone long, be back soon Give me
one long last look Bless you Remember our old tune Be back soon And when we're in the distance
You'll hear this whispered tune So long, fare thee well Pip-pip, cheerio We'll be back soon So long,
fare thee well Pip-pip, cheerio We'll be back soon So long, fare thee well Pip-pip, cheerio We'll be
back soon Cheerio, but be back soon I don't know, somehow I miss you I love you That's why I Say
cheerio, not goodbye And when we're in the distance You'll hear this whispered tune So long, fare
thee well Pip-pip, cheerio We'll be back soon Dodger! Oliver! Come on! Now, now, now! Go on, get
going! Come here, boy. Come on, give that back to me. Give that back. Come along, boy. Come
along... Stop that boy! Thief! My wallet! Stop that boy! Hold that boy! Stop! Stop him! Stop him!
Stop! Thief! - Leave him to us! - He stole the gent's wallet! We'll catch him! Would you... He went
that way! - Have you seen him? - No. He's disappeared. He's gone. Come here. Come here, you... -
Here! - Watch it! Watch where you're going! Boy! There's the gent he stole from. Can you identify
this boy as the thief, sir? Yes! Well, I saw him running away. Why didn't you look after him? Why
didn't you bring him back with you? How can I help it? A fine thing, Oliver in the lockup. And in the
morning he's up in front of the beak! For pinching a wallet. So he goes to jail. What's it matter? I'm
afraid he may say something which will get us into trouble. That's very likely, Fagin. You see, you're
blowed upon. And I'm afraid, you see, that if the game was up with us, it might be up with a good
many more. And it would come out rather worse for you than it would for me. Why, you miserable,
sneaking, treacherous old... No, Bill! You go down to that court in the morning and you will find out
what happens. Me? Go to court? With a magistrate sitting there? I'll go. They won't know me. Good
girl. Clever girl. And if he does talk, you'll come and tell us quick, eh, Nancy? Quick! 'Cause then we'll
have to look after ourselves, won't we? You won't have to look after yourself, Fagin. 'Cause I'll look
after you, believe me. I always believe you, Bill. Have another drink. Silence. Silence in court. Well?
What crime is this one charged with? He looks a thoroughbred old reprobate to me. Speak up, man!
What's he charged with? He's not charged at all, Your Worship. This gentlemen appears against the
boy. - Boy? What boy? I see no boy. - The boy in the dock, Your Worship. - Oh, yes. Stand up, boy, I
can't see you! - He is standing up, Your Worship. Don't be impertinent! Put him on a box or
something. - Well, what's he charged with? - Picking pockets, sir. What's your name, boy? Oliver.
And does your father know you're here? I'm an orphan. He says he's an orphan, sir. And where do
you come from? Where do you live? Who looks after you? He doesn't seem able to say where he
lives, or anything else, sir. Well. A liar as well as a thief, eh? And insolent into the bargain. Well, that
settles it. The boy is committed to three months with hard labor. This is disgraceful! I demand to be
heard. - You have not yet... - Sir, I was there! What's this disturbance? Remove this lunatic! Clear the
court! I will speak! I saw what happened. It was outside my shop. Two other boys stole Mr.
Brownlow's wallet. This child had nothing to do with it. But sentence has been passed! Hasn't it? He
didn't talk. Case was dismissed. What a great judge! - Fetch the boy. - I've done my share. Cor! Look!
Now, come on. Where are we going? At least I can make some amends. You're coming home with
me. Jump in. - Dodger! After them! - Let the kid go! - He can still blab on us, can't he? - Leave him
be! Dodger! Don't lose him! Who will buy my sweet red roses? Two blooms for a penny Who will buy
my sweet red roses? Two blooms for a penny Who will buy my sweet red roses? Two blooms for a
penny Who will buy my sweet red roses? Two blooms for a penny Who will buy my sweet red roses?
Two blooms for a penny Will you buy any milk today, mistress? Any milk today, mistress? Will you
buy my sweet red roses? Any milk today, mistress? Two blooms for a penny Ripe strawberries, ripe!
Any milk today, mistress? Will you buy my sweet red roses? Ripe strawberries, ripe! Any milk today,
mistress? Knives, knives to grind! Any knives to grind? Ripe strawberries, ripe! Who will buy? Who
will buy this wonderful morning? Such a sky, you never did see Who will buy my sweet red roses?
Who will tie it up with a ribbon And put it in a box for me? Ripe strawberries, ripe! So I could see it at
my leisure Whenever things go wrong And I would keep it as a treasure To last my whole life long
Any milk today? Who will buy this wonderful feeling? I'm so high I swear I could fly Knives to grind!
Ripe strawberries, ripe! Me, oh, my I don't want to lose it So what am I to do To keep the sky so
blue? There must be someone who will buy Toy windmills Onions Knives to grind Who will buy? Who
will buy this wonderful morning? Such a sky you never did see Who will tie it up with a ribbon And
put it in a box for me? There'll never be a day so sunny It could not happen twice Where is the man
with all the money? It's cheap at half the price! Who will buy this wonderful feeling? I'm so high I
swear I could fly Me, oh, my I don't want to lose it So what am I to do To keep the sky so blue? There
must be someone who will buy There'll never be a day so sunny I know it could not happen twice
Where is the man with all the money? It's cheap at half the price! Who will buy this wonderful
morning? Makes you feel you're walking on air Every tree and flower is singing How fortunate of me
to be alive to see The dawning of a day so fair Bye-bye, lullaby Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
I'm so high I swear I could fly What a sky, a heavenly ceiling There'll never be a day so sunny It could
not happen twice Where is the man with all the money? It's cheap at half the price! Who will buy
this wonderful morning? Such a sky, you never did see Who will tie it up with a ribbon And put it in a
box for me? There'll never be a day so sunny It could not happen twice Where is the man with all the
money? It's cheap at half the price! Who will buy this wonderful feeling? I'm so high I swear I could
fly Me, oh, my I don't want to lose it So what am I to do To keep the sky so blue? There must be
someone who will buy Buy We've got to get him back, do you hear? Nab him the first time he sets
foot out of the door. He never goes out alone. You know that. Don't you back-answer me, my girl.
Three days since I spotted him. And what you done about it, eh? Nothing! We've got to get hold of
him somehow. Now, who's coming? - Suppose it'll have to be me. - Shut your trap, Dodger. You've
caused enough trouble already. It's going to be done quiet, no fuss. Someone who has the boy's
confidence. Nancy, my dear, what do you say? It's no good you trying it on with me. And just exactly
what do you mean by that remark? What I say! I'm not going! Why can't you leave the boy alone?
He won't do you no harm! Why can't you leave him where he is, where he'll have the chance of a
decent life? You'll bring him back here, my girl, unless you want to feel my hand on your throat.
Nancy, my dear, we must have that boy brought back. If he talked, think what would happen to us.
Think what would happen to Bill. It would be the gallows for him, Nancy. The drop! You wouldn't
want that to happen, would you, my dear? Not to Bill. - She'll go, Fagin. - No, she won't, Fagin! Yes,
she will, Fagin! She'll go. Even if I have to drag her there myself. As long as he needs me Oh, yes, he
does need me In spite of what you see I'm sure that he needs me Who else would love him still
When they've been used so ill He knows I always will As long as he needs me I miss him so much
when he is gone But when he's near me I don't let on The way I feel inside The love I have to hide
The hell! I've got my pride! As long as he needs me He doesn't say the things he should He acts the
way he thinks he should But all the same I'll play this game his way As long as he needs me I know
where I must be I'll cling on steadfastly As long as he needs me As long as life is long I'll love him
right or wrong And somehow I'll be strong As long as he needs me If you are lonely Then you will
know When someone needs you You'll love them so I won't betray his trust Though people say I
must I've got to stay true just As long as he needs me - Can I answer it, Rose? - Thank you, dear. -
Books from Mr. Jessop. - Thank you. - Please, sir, these books came for you. - Oh, good. - Oh, wait,
there are some to go back. - Boy's gone, sir. Can I take them for you? I know where the shop is.
Please let me take them. I'll be very quick. All right. Mrs. Bedwin, the books are on the table beside
my bed. Now, then, Oliver. You'll take those books to Mr. Jessop and tell him you have come to pay
the 4.10 that I owe him. This is a 5 note, so it'll be 10 shillings change. You understand? She's a very
pretty lady, isn't she, sir? Yes. I'll take the books for you. In a new suit of clothes, with a set of
valuable books and a 5 note in his pocket, - and you expect him to come back? - Don't you? If he
does, I'll eat me head, with me hat on it. Look at that portrait. Do you see a likeness to the lad? -
Well, that's your niece, isn't it? - That's what I mean. Wasn't she the girl who... Who ran away. A
young, innocent face, nothing more. Mere coincidence. I'm not so sure. Born in a workhouse at
Dunstable, he thinks. That's all he can tell us. Very well. Who will buy this wonderful morning? -
Morning. - Morning! Such a sky you never did see Who will tie it up with a ribbon And put it in a box
for me? - Help! Help! - Get in the cart. Bull's-eye. Here, boy, hurry up. Bull's-eye? Bull's-eye! Come
here! - Oliver's back! - Look at his togs! He's got books, too! Quite the little gent, ain't he? Lovely bit
of stuff. Delighted to see you're looking so well, my dear. The Dodger will give you another suit, for
fear you should spoil that Sunday one. Cor! Look at this! I'll bank it for you. What's that? - That's
mine, Fagin. - No, no, my dear. Mine. Ours. You shall have the books. You hand it over, you
avaricious old skeleton. That's for our share of the trouble. You keep the books. Start a library. Mr.
Brownlow will be here after you if he finds out you've got his books and money. So he'll be out here,
will he? Out here? After us? - What did you tell him about us? - Nothing! Fagin, I'll wager this young
rat's told him everything. What did you tell him? - No! Leave him alone! - You stand off me! No
violence! You'll have to kill me before I let you lay a hand on that boy. Don't you tell me. Just don't
you tell me. You keep out of this! If he says he didn't tell them, he didn't tell them. Hit me, would
you? I won't stand by and see it done, Bill. Let him be! Let him be, or I'll put my mark on you, and I
don't care... Nancy, you're wonderful tonight! Such talent! Such a joker! You take care I don't overdo
it, Fagin, or I'll put the finger on all of you, and I don't care if I hang for it! Do you know who you are?
And what you are? You don't have to tell me. - A fine one for the boy to make a friend of. - Yes, I am,
God help me! And I wish I'd been struck down dead before I laid a hand to bring him back here. From
tonight he's a liar and a thief, and all that's bad. Ain't that enough for you without beating him to
death? Come, come, Sikes. We must have civil words. Civil words. Oh, yes, you deserve them from
me, don't you? I thieved for you when I was half his age. And it's your dirty work I've been doing ever
since. - Well, if you have, it's a living, isn't it? - He's right, Nancy. A living is a living. Some living! Lord
help me! Some living! Get to bed, all of you. Get to bed, I said! All this violence, all these scenes,
screams, dramas! I'm asking you, is it necessary? Not yet, Fagin. Not yet. But if this godforsaken little
good-for-nothing's uttered one word, one word, mind you... If he has, the little devil, we sit down,
we talk it over, we think it out, we decide upon a proper course of safe action, we stay calm! Do we?
And while we're sitting here thinking, and talking, and staying calm, our collars get felt, don't they?
And it's, "Come along with me, if you please." No, thank you very much. Look, you thought us into
this little lot. You can think your way out of it. But from now on, Bill Sikes takes the law into his own
hands. These hands. Have you ever heard the sound a chicken makes when they're wringing off its
neck? Can't say I ever had the... They squawks, Fagin. They squawks. Not a very pretty sound. No,
Bill. And then they dies, don't they? Yes, Bill. I mean, no, Bill. Then they say some even start
squawking before that event. They get what you might call a premonition. Now, then, you wouldn't
be having no premonition of that sort by any chance, would you? Not me, Bill. The lips are sealed.
I'm glad. Because if anyone here should lead the law to me, and I gets to hear of it, then it will be
your neck. Your scraggy old neck. You think about it, Fagin. A violent man, Dodger. A very violent
man. When that man's back is up, Dodger, no one is safe. Look after him, Dodger. And I'll look after
meself. A man's got a heart, hasn't he? Joking apart, hasn't he? And though I'd be the first one to say
that I wasn't a saint I'm finding it hard To be really as black as they paint I'm reviewing the situation
Can a fellow be a villain all his life? All the trials and tribulation! Better settle down and get myself a
wife And the wife would cook and sew for me And come for me, and go for me And go for me and
nag at me The finger she would wag at me The money she would take from me A misery she'd make
for me I think I'd better think it out again A wife you can keep anyway I'd rather sleep anyway Left
without anyone in the world And I'm starting from now So how to win friends and to influence
people? So how? I'm reviewing the situation I must quickly look up everyone I know Titled people
with a station Who can help me make a real impressive show! I will own a suite at Claridge's And run
a fleet of carriages And wave at all the duchesses With friendliness, as much as is Befitting of my
new estate Good morrow to you, Magistrate! I think I'd better think it out again So where shall I go?
Somebody! Who do I know? Nobody! All my dearest companions have always been villains and
thieves So, at my time of life I should start turning over new leaves? I'm reviewing the situation If
you want to eat, you've got to earn a bob Is it such a humiliation For a robber to perform an honest
job? So a job I'm getting, possibly I wonder who my boss'll be? I wonder if he'll take to me? What
bonuses he'll make to me? I'll start at 9:00 and finish late At normal rate and all, but wait! I think I'd
better think it out I think I'd better think it out again! What happens when I'm 70? Must come a
time, 70 When you're old and it's cold And who cares if you live or you die? Your one consolation's
the money you may have put by I'm reviewing the situation I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay!
You'll be seeing no transformation But it's wrong to be a rogue in every way I don't want nobody
hurt for me Or made to do the dirt for me This rotten life is not for me It's getting far too hot for me
There is no in-between for me But who will change the scene for me? Don't want no one to rob for
me But who will find a job for me? I think I'd better think it out again! And so, sir, the instant I
received your communication regarding dear little Oliver, I decided we must take the first coach to
London. - I decided. - That's right, sir, my dear wife decided. It was good of you to come. Now, what
have you got to tell me? This locket, sir, once belonged to the boy's mother. Found by the wife after
she passed away. The boy's mother, that is, not my dear wife. - You've kept this all these years? -
Why should I not? Did it not occur to you that this might provide the answer to the boy's parentage?
His identity? His very name? But he had no name, sir. The mother was unmarried. It was your clear
duty to show this evidence to some higher authority. - Your behavior, madam, was shameful! - How
dare you speak to me so? I only came here to help you. You came here to profit from your own
greed and dishonesty. Sir, if you think the locket don't properly belong to my dear wife... - Be quiet,
you old fool! - Here. Your reward, and something for the locket. Take it. Think yourselves lucky
you're not in the hands of the law. - Mrs. Bedwin, show these people out. - There's gratitude for you!
I hope this unfortunate little circumstance won't deprive me of my parochial office? My hope, sir, is
that it will. But it was all Mrs. Bumble, sir. I knew nothing of it until yesterday. That's no excuse. 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. If that's what the law supposes, sir, then the law's an ass! If that's the eye of
the law, sir, then law is a bachelor! And the worst I wish the law is that its eye may be opened by
experience! By experience, sir! Sir, the locket, I didn't really see it. I recognized it at once. I gave it to
my niece, Emily, on her 18th birthday. So it wasn't just her young man jilting her that made her run
away? No. She must have made her way to that workhouse and had her baby there. What's going
on? - Why have you brought the boy here? - 'Cause he's coming on a job with me. But why him?
Because I need a little one. That's why. And he's nice and thin. And on this particular job, that's what
counts. Must I go? One word out of you while you're out with me and you know what will happen.
Bill, you can't do this to him. Please! You can't! - I won't let you... - We'll have no more of that. You
just be at the tavern at 11:00. Bull's-eye. I've come about Oliver. Look, could you tell Brownlow... -
You better come inside. Mr. Brownlow! - No. Don't call him. - I just want to leave a message... - But
he'll want to see you. - Please! I can't stay! - Sir, this person says that she wants to... - Who is it? - It's
about the boy, sir. - Is there news of him? - He's in danger. In bad company. He was dragged off the
day you sent him out with them books. - Who took him? - Me and someone else. - You took him by
force? - Yes! And God help me, I wish now I'd never been part of it. But where is he now? And who is
this other person you speak of? - Can you take me to him? - No, no, I can't. You want to help the
boy, don't you? Why else are you here? - Yes, I do want to help him, but... - Then tell me where he
is! I can't! But I'll bring him to you. Not here. It's too far. Where, then? The bridge. London Bridge,
tonight at midnight. But you've got to come alone. Promise you'll come on your own! You don't trust
me, do you? But you've got to. - I'll be there. - Thank God. Now let me go. Wait! Is the boy hurt? III-
treated? If so, I shall... I can't say no more. Please! He'll kill me as it is if he finds out. - Who is this
man? - No, I won't tell you! Whatever else I do, I won't turn on him. You wouldn't understand. I've
got to go back. I want to go back. - Promise you'll come? - At 12:00. Now, you remember, you little
worm. The front door. There. Hurry! Look above you. Who is it? Who's there? Rufus! Jenkins! Come
on down. Seize him! Seize him! Seize him! Good dogs! Why worry, my dear? He always turns up!
Maybe he's taken Oliver back to my place. - He said he was coming straight here. - Then that is what
he will do! - Everything all right, Bill? - No, it's not, Fagin. The little brat woke them up. We had to
run for it. Anybody see you? No. I'll just take the boy and put him to bed. I'll be back. Oi. Put him
back. Bull's-eye. Bull's-eye? Bull's-eye, watch him, will you? Go on, watch him! Sit. Oom-pah-pah!
Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Everyone knows They all suppose
what they want to suppose When they hear oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how
it goes Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Everyone knows They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! There's a little ditty They're singing in
the city Especially when they've been On the gin or the beer If you got the patience Your own
imaginations Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's
how it goes Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Everyone knows They all suppose what they want to
suppose When they hear oom-pah-pah! Mr. Percy Snodgrass Would often have the odd glass But
never when he thought anybody could see Secretly he'd buy it And drink it on the quiet And dream
he was an earl With an girl on each knee Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes Oom-pah-
pah! Oom-pah-pah! Everyone knows What is the cause of his red shiny nose? Could it be oom-pah-
pah? What is the cause of his red shiny nose? Could it be oom-pah-pah? Pretty little Sally Goes
walking down the alley Displays her pretty ankles for all of the men They can see her garters But not
for free and gratis An inch or two, and then She knows when to say when! Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-
pah! That's how it goes Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Everyone knows Whether it's hidden or
whether it shows It's the same oom-pah-pah She was from the country But now she's up a gum tree
She let a fellow feed her Then lead her along What's the good of crying? She's made her bed to lie in
She's glad to bring the coin in And join in this song Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Everyone knows She is no longer the same blushing rose Ever since
oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! There's a
little ditty They're singing in the city Especially when they've been On the gin or the beer If you got
the patience Your own imaginations Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear Oom-pah-pah!
Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Everyone knows They all suppose
what they want to suppose When they hear oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how
it goes Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Everyone knows They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear oom-pah-pah! Careful, Bill! Please! No violence! There! You see him? Now go on.
Quick! Go on. Go on. - Stop! Stop! - I'll pay you back! Bull's-eye! Bull's-eye! Come here, boy. Bull's-
eye! Bull's-eye, come here! You come here, Bull's-eye. They've seen you, Bull's-eye. So you can't
come with me no further. 'Cause if you do, they'll know you, Bull's-eye. Come on. You ain't afraid of
me, are you, Bull's-eye? Bull's-eye, you come here. Come here, Bull's-eye! You see anyone about? I
don't know. I thought I saw someone running. Here, that dog was here just now. Wait a moment, I
think I know him. Bull's-eye? That's Bull's-eye, Bill Sikes' dog. They're always around together. If
anyone can find Sikes for you, he can. Bull's-eye? Come on, Bull's-eye. Come on, boy. Brass! I want
some brass! I've got to get away. What's wrong, Bill? Do you understand? I want brass. Brass!
Money! There's blood on your coat. Where's Nancy? Bill? Bill Sikes, what did you do? What did you
do? She won't peach on nobody no more. You shouldn't have done that. She peached? Are you
sure? Well, she must have done, mustn't she? She was handing the boy over to Brownlow on the
bridge. He was there, waiting for her. Then what did you come here for? Get out! Do you hear me?
Get out! I want money! How much? 10? 20? Not all of it! If anyone at all should come here asking for
me... They won't find me here. You don't think I'm going to stand here and wait for them, do you?
It's him. Bull's-eye. Quick, boys! All of you! We're changing lodgings! Nancy, I loved you, didn't I?
Look what you've done to me. Bill! Why make things worse? Leave 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 it! Out the back way.
Come on! Look! Up there! It's him! It's Bill Sikes! It's him for sure! And the boy! - Murderer! - Villain!
Scoundrel! The hangman's waiting for you, Sikes! Get back! Get back! Get back! The other street!
The other street, quickly! - After you, Fagin. - After you, Dodger. Don't bother with that. Get out of it.
Hey, Fagin, what do I do? Live up to your name, Dodger. Dodge about. Sharpish! Get up there! Now,
then. You loop the rope over the end of the beam there. That's right. That's good. 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? Yes, young man? And do I
have the honor of your acquaintance? Lined? Only the best. Lovely workmanship, ain't it? I'm
reviewing the situation Once the villain, you're a villain to the end Your light fingers Your inspiration
What a team! Am I your partner? More a friend For your talent is employable So make your life
enjoyable A world with pockets open wide Awaits your whim to grope inside Collections
undetectable We might retire respectable Together till our dying day The living proof that crime can
pay I think we'll have to think it out again! Consider yourself well in Consider yourself part of the
furniture There isn't a lot to spare Who cares? Whatever we've got we share Consider yourself our
mate We don't want to have no fuss For after some consideration we can state Consider yourself
Consider yourself one of us

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