:18:00
Supper
:18:02
Oliver, aint you done yet?
:18:05
lve never known such an idle boy
Get down them stairs
:18:10
Mr Sowerberry
:18:12
supper
:18:14
-lve had a thought, my dear
-Had a thought?
:18:17
You want to be careful ,
Mr Sowerberry, youll get brain fever
:18:20
-lts about young Twist
-What about him?
:18:24
-A very good-looking boy
-He will be He eats enough
:18:27
Theres an expression of melancholy
in his face, my dear
:18:32
He would make a delightful mute,
my love
:18:37
I-- I dont mean a regular mute to
attend grown-up funerals, my dear
:18:42
but only for childrens practice
:19:00
Look at him
:19:03
Look at him
:19:05
A workhouse boy and a sneak
Look at him
:19:09
Mark my words, llI see him hung
:19:11
Cant be too soon
:19:17
Workhouse, hows your mother?
:19:21
Shes dead
:19:24
Whatd she die of, Workhouse?
:19:29
You gonna cry, Workhouse?
:19:32
-What set you off?
-Not you
:19:38
-Not me, eh?
-No, not you
:19:41
And you better not say anything
about my mother
:19:46
Better not?
:19:48
About your mother?
:19:51
Well , lm very sorry,
and I pity you very much
:19:53
But you must know, Workhouse
:19:55
your mother was
a regular right-down bad one