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: I thieved for you when I was half his age and it's your dirty work I've been doing ever since. Bill
: Well if you have it's a living ain't it? Fagin
: Yes, a living is a living. Nancy
: Some living, Lord help me, some living!
: You're a fine one for the boy to make a friend of! Nancy
: Yes, I am, Lord help me! But tonight he's a liar, and a thief, and all that's bad! Ain't that enough for you without beating him to death?
: Bill, you do love me, don't ya? Bill Sikes
: Of course I do; I live with ya, don't I?
: Hand it over, you avaricious old skeleton.
: You can keep the books. Start a library!
: [to Oliver
] Delighted to see you looking so well my Dear! The Dodger will give you another suit for fear you will spoil that Sunday one! Dodger
: [Finding Oliver's money
] Cor! Look at this! Fagin
: [to Oliver after taking the money
] I'll bank it for ya. Bill Sikes
: What's that? That's mine Fagin! Fagin
: Oh no my Dear. Mine! Ours! You shall have the books. Bill Sikes
: You hand it over you old skeleton!
[Fagin reluctantly Bill the money
] Bill Sikes
: . That's for our share of the trouble. You keep the books. Start a library.
: [realizing he's trapped
] Nancy, I loved you didn't I? Look what you've done to me!
: [Fagin has just called Bill a drunk
] Don't you call ME names, you dirty Jew!
: [Bill's dog runs off after he has killed Nancy; he starts after the dog, stumbling drunk
] Come back here, you bloody dog!
: [as he has a gun pressed against the underside of Oliver's chin and aimed upwards
] You see this, boy?
: [a constable and a crowd has assembled outside of Fagin's house, he comes out
] Yes, constable? What can I do for you? 2nd Constable
: You're Fagin, right? Fagin
: That's right. 2nd Constable
: Come on, then!
[leads him away
] Dull-Eyed Man
: Filthy Jew! Fagin
: Who calls me that? Dull-Eyed Man
: I do!
[throws rock in Fagin's face, it hits him in the cheek and mouth
] Here! You want the other cheek? I know your faces! Yes! We've done business together! If you need money, I'm the clever Jew! If you don't know the answers, I'm the wise Jew! If you need my help, I'm the kind Jew! Yeah, you can all go to blazes! YOU SICKEN ME! Bill Sikes
: [watching from a distance
] Good riddance to him.
: Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days, Fagin. Fagin
: [counting on his fingers
] Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days. Three, three, three. That's nine. Nine? Sykes
: No, Fagin. Three. Fagin
: Three? Oh, you mean, just three days? Oh, my goodness! Oh, I'm having a bad day!
: Now, I lent you some money, and I don't see it. Do you know what happens when I don't see my money, Fagin?
[rolls up the car window on Fagin's neck
: People get hurt. People like you get hurt. Do I make myself clear? Fagin
] Clear! Perfectly clear!
: So, Fagin. Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make Sykes happy? Fagin
: Sykes, I have an airtight kitty - plan. Plan! It's sweet and simple, the plan... Let me start over again. Sykes
: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Fagin
: I got this kitty, see... Sykes
: What am I going to do with you, Fagin? Fagin
: Please, Sykes... Sykes
: If you don't have my money...
[he snaps his fingers and the Dobermans jump at Fagin; Dodger intercepts them and they fight
: No, no, Sykes! Please, stop! Your money's coming tonight! It's coming tonight! It's from a rich cat - I mean, a cat from a rich family! They're coming with the money I owe you to get their cat back!
[Sykes snaps his fingers again; the Dobermans stop fighting, leaving Dodger unconscious on the floor
: Well, looks like you're doing all right for yourself. I'm proud of you, Fagin. Yeah, you're starting to think big. You have twelve hours. And Fagin... this is your last chance.
: [opens the car door to empty his ashtray, almost pushing Fagin off the pier
] I don't think you grasp the severity of the situation. Fagin
: [hangs on to the sideview mirror to keep from falling
] Oh, no, I grasp it. See? This is how I grasp.
[the mirror comes off and falls in the water
: Accident! Accident!
: [under his breath, about Nancy
] There ain't a stauncher-hearted gal going, or I'd have cut her throat three months ago.
: You're like yourself tonight, Bill.
[puts his hand on Bill's shoulder
: Quite like yourself. Bill Sykes
: Well I don't feel like myself when you lay that wicked old claw on my shoulder, so take it away!
: There's light enough for what I've got to do.
: Fair or not fair, give it 'ere you avaricious old skeleton.
[Sikes grabs Fagin
] Bill Sikes
: How about I crack open your skull, and see if the lies fall out? Fagin
: Have you forgotten who I am, Bill? In your rage? Forgotten the order of things, my dear? You threaten me again, I will gut you like a fish and feed you to the rats.
[Sikes looks down and sees that Fagin is holding a knife to his chest
: Now or never, Bill.
[Sikes moodily pulls from Fagin's grip and leaves
: We like our peace and quiet here. Bill Sikes
: [kicks open the door and storms in
: No need to knock so courteously Bill; you're among friends here.
: Call it an unfortunate by-product of an enjoyable pastime.