Is it worth the waiting for if we live till 84
All we ever get is gruel
Every day we say a prayer Will they change the bill of fare
Still we get the same old gruel
There is 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
Burned, underdone, crude
Don't care what the cook's like
Just thinking of growing fat
Our senses are 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 on food
Magical food Wonderful food
Marvelous food Heavenly food
Beautiful food
Glorious
Food
For what you're about to receive
May the Lord make you truly thankful
Amen
Go on. Go on.
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 bannister
Which we'll throw him down
And feed him 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 bannister
Which we'll throw him down
And feed him 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
- Get out! - Out!
One boy
Boy for sale
He's going cheap
How much?
Only seven guineas
How much?
That or thereabout
Fine boy
Boy for sale
He's yours to keep
For one thousand 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.
Bring him in, Mr. Bumble. Bring him in.
My love...
I said we might consider taking this boy to help in the shop.
Dear me! He's very small.
He is small, there's no denying. But he'll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry.
I dare say he will...
on our vitals and 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 a forwarding name and address.
So he's yours for three guineas as agreed, cash on delivery.
No, no, Mr. Bumble.
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.
He can help Noah Claypole put the shutters up. Do you hear, Noah?
Then he can clean the stables, fill the lamps and sweep the yard.
I'll look after him.
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. Just for children's funerals.
A mute in proportion, so to speak.
Precisely.
Superb effect, don't you think so, my love?
You think you could look like that gentleman up there?
Perhaps, if I had a tall hat.
There's Oliver!
How's your mother, workhouse?
You leave my mother out of it.
She's dead.
What'd she die of? Shortage of breath?
You better not say anything about her to me.
Don't you be cheeky, workhouse.
Your mother! She was a nice one.
- A regular bad one she was. - What did you say?
It's good she died when she did 'cause she'd been in prison doing hard labor.
You murderous little wretch! What are you doing?
What's going on? What are you trying to do, wake up the dead or something?
It's you again! Get out of here!
He started.
- The lid, quick! - Put the lid on!
Oh, dear. I'm going off. Water!
Noah, go 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 voice, Oliver? - Yes, I do!
Ain't you afraid of it? Ain't you a-trembling when I speak?
No, I'm not!
He's gone mad or he wouldn't dare to speak to you like that.
- It's not madness, it's meat! - Meat?
Meat, ma'am, meat. You've overfed the boy.
You've raised an artificial spirit in him unbecoming to his station in life.
This would never have happened if you'd kept him on gruel.
I'll be glad to give you the recipe.
Well, having a rest, Mr. Bumble?
- He's sitting on Oliver. - 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.
- What's your explanation, you scalawag? - He called my mother names!
What if he did, you ungrateful wretch? She deserved what he said and worse.
- She didn't. It's a lie! - Hold your tongue!
Put him in the cellar. That'll teach him.
Yes?
It's really quite comfortable.
Stay there until we decide what's to be done with you.
- 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 starin' at?
Haven't you never seen a toff?
No, never. I'm sorry, I didn't...
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? - The what?
Don't say you don't know what the beak is, flash mate.
It's a bird's mouth, isn't it?
My eyes! How green can you get?
For your information, a beak's 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.
Oh! You have, have you?
Got any lodgings? Money?
Not a farthing. Do you live in London?
Watch it!
I suppose you want someplace to sleep tonight, eh?
Do you know of anywhere?
As it so happens, I know a respectable old gentleman.
- He'll give you lodgings for nothing. - Really?
And will never ask for change if any other gentleman he knows introduces you.
And don't he know me?
He must be a very kind old gentleman.
Oh, yes, he's very kind.
And I'm a particular favorite of his.
Well, if you're coming along, I better know who you are.
My name is Oliver. Oliver Twist.
Mine's Jack Dawkins...
better known among me more intimate friends as the Artful Dodger.
Pleased to meet you. You 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
There isn't a lot to spare
Who cares Whatever we've 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've got we share
Nobody tries to be lah-di-dah and uppity
There's a cup of 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
Now, hammer up, hammer down! Hammer up, hammer down!
Lift! Drop!
Hop! Not too slow, boys.
Hammer up, hammer down! Lift! Down! Up! Down! Lift! Drop!
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
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've got we share
Nobody tries to be lah-di-dah and uppity
There's a cup of 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
It's Dodger! Coming up!
Dodger.
Oliver!
Up you go!
- Oh, not again! - Get out!
Hey, Fagin, I've brought a 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? - Of course we are.
Give me back my things! Leave it!
Leave him alone!
Dodger, take off the sausages!
Charlie, lay a place at the table for Mr. Twist.
The Dodger tells me you have come to London...
to seek your fortune.
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 hung them up, ready for the wash, that's all.
- Is this a laundry then, sir? - 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!
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 can 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!
All of them!
Come here!
Good boy. What a crook.
We've all been hard at work today, haven't we, my dears?
What have you got, Dodger?
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've you got, Charlie? - Couple of wipes.
They're very good ones. Very.
But you haven't...
embroidered them too well, have you?
So we'll have to pick the initials out with a needle.
You'll need to learn how to do this, too, Oliver. Won't he, boys?
Yeah, the trademark.
But in the meantime, you must learn how to make wallets.
Like the Dodger. Would you like that?
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! 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?
I see the edge.
Can you? 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.
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!
Put up 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.
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. Did he come yet?
Nancy's inside waiting for him.
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!
Beautiful.
You done well, Bill.
All one job?
Such a professional.
Now, 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 straight 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 weathers
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 or 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
Bullseye, come here, will you?
Bullseye, 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 going to look after me in my old age?
Would you, birdie?
Will you?
Why are you watching me? Why are you awake?
Speak out! I want to know every detail you saw!
I'm sorry, sir.
- Did you see where I fetched the box? - I don't think so, sir.
- Be sure. Be sure! - Quite sure, sir.
Well...
if you're sure...
so I'm sure.
'Course I knew all along, my dear.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
Brave boy, Oliver.
Did you...
Did you see any of those pretty things, my dear?
Yes, sir.
They're mine, Oliver.
My little treasure.
All I've got to live on in my 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, five pounds.
Tiara. George II, rose- cut diamonds, paste, half a crown.
- Nancy! - I'm coming!
Your breakfast is ready.
Oh, for God's sake.
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.
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?
Eat, eat, eat! Appetites.
Finish your breakfast. It's time to get to work.
Hurry up! You'll miss the morning train.
- Ain't there no more sausages then? - You want some supper tonight?
Who wants some bull's-eyes?
Wait a minute. One at a time.
- Oh, go on/ Go and share them. - The ladies!
- They must meet our new boy. - Well!
What have we got here?
Ladies, I forgot.
You must meet our new lodger, Mr. Oliver Twist, Esquire.
Nancy and Bet.
Charmed.
oh, yes, we're all ladies and gentlemen around here.
We're all quality.
Don't take any notice of them 'cause you've got manners and they ain't.
What do you mean I ain't got no manners? I'm a regular gent.
Permit me to assist you across the road.
I was only going to the palace. Doorman, a cab, if you please.
Allow me the privilege to escort you in my own carriage.
After you, your grace.
oh, 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's 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
I'd do anything for you, dear
Anything
Yes, I'd do anything
- Anything - Anything for you
- Would you rob a shop - Anything
- Would you 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
Get to work then! No argument. There's fine pickings. Get out, earn your keep.
- You promised we could 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.
Hand over. Start counting.
Rush me! You and your Bill will 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.
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 will live on air till I find a customer!
Heartless! That's what I am. Come on, Bet.
- Ta-ta, kids. - Bye, Nancy.
Fagin, young Oliver wants to come on the game with Charlie and me.
Six and four is ten.
What's that? On the job, you mean?
Can I, please? I'd like to.
Would you, my dear?
Why not? You've got to start somewhere...
and you couldn't do it in better company.
- Look after him, Dodger. - Hats on, boys.
- Time we were off. - I can go, sir?
Good luck on your first job!
I'll be waiting for you here when you come back.
Line up!
- Single file! - Single file!
- Quick march! 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 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'll miss you
I love you that's why I say cheerio, not good-bye.
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 them 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 nosey 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'll miss you
I love you, that's why I say cheerio, not good-bye
Don't be gone long, but 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
Cheerio, but be back soon I don't know, somehow I'll miss you
I loves you, that's why I say cheerio, not good-bye
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! Go on, get out!
I don't want you around here. Get away!
Come here.
Give that back, you hear?
Give that back. Come along. Come along!
Stop that boy! Thief!
My wallet! Stop that boy!
Hold that boy! Stop!
Stop! Thief!
- Leave him to us! - Stole the gent's wallet.
We'll catch him!
He went that way!
- Have you seen him? - No. He's disappeared. He's gone.
Come here!
Come here, you!
Here!
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 bring him back with you? - How could I help it?
A fine thing! Oliver in the lockup. In the morning he's 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. 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 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 come and tell us quick. 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 thorough-paced old reprobate to me.
Speak up, man! What's he charged with?
He's not charged at all, Your Worship. This gentleman 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.
- Well, what's he charged with? - Picking pockets, sir.
What's your name?
Hmm. And does your father know you're here?
He's an orphan.
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.
A liar as well as a thief?
And insolent into the bargain. That settles it.
The boy is committed to three months with hard labor.
This is disgraceful!
- I demand to be heard. You've not yet... - Sir!
- I was there. - 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. The case was dismissed.
What a great judge.
- Fetch the boy. - I've done my share.
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 him! - Let the kid go!
- He can still blab. - Leave him be.
Dodger, don't lose him!