:16:09
I beg your pardon, sir.
Did you knock?
:16:11
I kicked.
:16:13
Did you want a coffin, sir?
:16:15
- You don't know who I am, I suppose.
- No, sir.
:16:18
Well, I'm Mr. Noah Claypole.
And you're under me.
:16:22
Now, take down the shutters.
:16:29
Saved a nice little bit of bacon for you
from the master's breakfast.
:16:37
In the corner with you.
And be quick about it.
:16:40
They'll want you to mind the shop.
Do you hear?
:16:44
Do you hear, Workhouse?
In the corner.
:16:45
Oh, Lord, Noah, let the boy alone.
:16:48
Let him alone?
:16:50
Why, everybody's let him alone.
:16:52
His mother, father and all
his relations has let him alone.
:16:56
So he needs someone who don't.
:17:19
Supper.
:17:22
Oliver, ain't you done yet?
:17:24
I've never known such an idle boy.
Get down them stairs.
:17:29
Mr. Sowerberry...
:17:30
...supper.
:17:32
- I've had a thought, my dear.
- Had a thought?
:17:35
You want to be careful,
Mr. Sowerberry, you'll get brain fever.
:17:38
- It's about young Twist.
- What about him?
:17:42
- A very good-looking boy.
- He will be. He eats enough.
:17:46
There's an expression of melancholy
in his face, my dear.
:17:50
He would make a delightful mute,
my love.
:17:54
I... I don't mean a regular mute to
attend grown-up funerals, my dear...