Boy: These sausages are mouldy.
Fagin: Shut up and drink your gin.
Fagin: Careful Bill, please, no violence.
Bill: Hand it over, you avaricious old skeleton.
Bill: You can keep the books. Start a library.
Mr. Brownlow: In the eyes of the law, you are the more guilty of the two, for the law supposes that your wife acts under your direction.
Mr. Bumble: If that's what the law supposes, sir, then the law is a ass! If that be the eyes of the law, sir, then the law is a bachelor.