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Clips from Oliver!

"♪ I'd be telling you a tale"
Oliver!
"♪ One boy"
Oliver!
"♪ Boy for sale"
Oliver!
"♪ Come take a peek"
Oliver!
"♪ Have you ever seen as nice a boy"
Oliver!
"♪ For sale? ♪"
Oliver!
"How much did you say?"
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"Only three guineas, Mr. Sowerberry."
Oliver!
"A bargain, if ever there was one."
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"I was looking for a boy."
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"All right, bring him in, Mr. Bumble."
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"Bring him in."
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"Ah, my love."
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"I said we might consider taking this boy"
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"to help in the shop."
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"Dear me. He's very small."
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"Oh, he is rather small, there's no denying,"
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"but he'll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry. He'll grow."
Oliver!
"I daresay he will. On our vittles and our drink!"
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"These workhouse boys always cost more than they're worth."
Oliver!
"Where did he come from?"
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"Mother came to us destitute."
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"She brings a child into the world,"
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"takes one look at him and promptly dies"
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"without leaving so much as a forwarding name and address."
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"So here he is, yours for three guineas, as agreed. Cash on delivery."
Oliver!
"Oh, no. No, Mr. Bumble, no, no."
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"Cash upon liking. A week on approval."
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"If we get enough work out of him"
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"without putting too much food into him,"
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"then we'll keep him. But he's..."
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"He can help Noah Claypole put the shutters up. Do you hear, now?"
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"Then he can clean out the stables,"
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"fill the lamps and sweep the yard."
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"I'll look after him, missus."
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"You see, my dear, it occurred to me"
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"that he'd make a delightful coffin-follower."
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"That, uh... That expression of melancholy."
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"It's very interesting, don't you think so, my love?"
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"MRS. SOWERBERRY: Hmm."
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"I don't mean a regular coffin-follower"
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"to attend grown-up people, no, no, no,"
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"just at children's funerals."
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"A mute in proportion, so to speak?"
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"Precisely. A superb effect, don't you think so, my love?"
Oliver!
"Mmm. Do you think you could look like that gentleman up there?"
Oliver!
"Perhaps, if I had a tall hat."
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"(SNEEZES)"
Oliver!
"Look, it's Oliver!"
Oliver!
"(ALL LAUGHING)"
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"Noah, come on. No."
Oliver!
"How's your mother, workhouse?"
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"You leave my mother out of it. She's dead."
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"What did she die of? Shortage of breath?"
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"You'd better not say anything about her to me."
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"Don't you be cheeky, workhouse."
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"Your mother, she was a nice one."
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"A regular right-down bad one, she was."
Oliver!
"What did you say?"
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"It's a good thing she died when she did,"
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"'cause she'd been in prison doing hard labor..."
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"(GRUNTING)"
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"Help! Help!"
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"(GROANING)"
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"Get away, you! Get away from him!"
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"(SHOUTING)"
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"MRS. SOWERBERRY: What's going on down here? What are you trying to do,"
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"wake up the dead or something?"
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"It's you, you little... Get out of here!"
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"He started it!"
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"Come here, you!"
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"(ALL CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)"
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"(EXCLAIMING)"
Oliver!
"Quick!"
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"Put the lid on."
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"(GRUNTS) Oh, dear!"
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"I'm going off. Water!"
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"Noah, run over to the workhouse."
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"Get Mr. Bumble. Tell him to come quick."
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"(SCREAMS)"
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"Well, where is he?"
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"Where is the young rascal?"
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"- Oliver? - OLIVER: (MUFFLED) Yes, I'm here!"
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"Do you know this here voice, Oliver?"
Oliver!
"Yes, I do!"
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"Well, ain't you afraid of it, Oliver?"
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"Ain't you a-trembling when I speak, Oliver?"
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"No, I'm not!"
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"He's gone mad, Mr. Bumble."
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"Or he wouldn't dare to speak to you like that."
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"It's not madness, ma'am, it's meat."
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"Meat?"
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"Meat, ma'am, meat! You overfed the boy, ma'am."
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"You've raised an artificial spirit in the lad"
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"unbecoming to his station in life."
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"This would never have happened if you kept him on gruel. MRS. SOWERBERRY: Gruel?"
Oliver!
"I'll be glad to give you the recipe."
Oliver!
"Well, well, well. Having a rest, Mr. Bumble?"
Oliver!
"He's sitting on Oliver."
Oliver!
"Quite right. We must all sit on Oliver."
Oliver!
"You been drinking again?"
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"I met a friend in the cemetery."
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"OLIVER: Help!"
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"Who's in there?"
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"That coffin should not have been occupied until tomorrow."
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"It's reserved for a very important client."
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"Stand back!"
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"Now, then. What's your explanation, you young scallywag?"
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"He called my mum a name."
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"And what if he did, you ungrateful little wretch?"
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"She deserved what he said and worse."
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"She didn't! She did!"
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"It's a lie! Hold your tongue, boy!"
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"Put him down in the cellar, Mr. Bumble. That'll teach him."
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"My love? Yes!"
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"It's really quite comfortable."
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"You'll stay down there till we decide what's to be done with you."
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"And here's your baggage, workhouse."
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"MRS. SOWERBERRY: Three pounds, indeed!"
Oliver!
"You can take him back."
Oliver!
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