: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...
:18:00
...but only for children's practice.
:18:17
Look at him.
:18:20
Look at him.
:18:22
A workhouse boy and a sneak.
Look at him.
:18:26
Mark my words, I'll see him hung.
:18:28
Can't be too soon.
:18:33
Workhouse, how's your mother?
:18:37
She's dead.
:18:40
What'd she die of, Workhouse?
:18:45
You gonna cry, Workhouse?
:18:47
- What set you off?
- Not you.
:18:53
- Not me, eh?
- No, not you.
:18:57
And you better not say anything
about my mother.