Oliver - Nancy Lines

REMEMBER glottal 't' for a Cockney accent.

Fagin. Well, today’s yer birthday - wash!

Nancy.

Fagin. Nancy! (pg.44-45)

Nancy. Plummy and slam!

Fagin.

Nancy. Come one Bet.

Fagin. It’s Nancy? Wake up boys. The ladies are here.

Dodger. Ladies! Cork! ‘Ark at him! (pg.45)

Nancy. We’ll ‘ave less of that if you don’t mind! Where’s the gin, Fagin?

Fagin. All on moderation, my dear, All in moderation. Too much gin can be a dangerous thing for a pure young girl. (pg.45)

Nancy. And whas wrong wiv a bit of danger, then, Mis-ter Fagin? Ahfer all, thas the only bit of excitement we ‘ave. And oo would deny us that small pleasuh?

(End of It’s a Fine Life) (pg.49)

Nancy. ‘Ere, oo’s this then Fagin?

Fagin. Oh ladies, I forgot, you must meet our new lodger - Master Oliver Twist Esquire. (pg.49)

Nancy. Charmed!

Fagin. Oh yes, we’re all ladies and gentlemen ‘ere. We’re all quality…

Boys. Ho yuss! (pg.49)

Nancy. Don’t you take no notice of ‘em Oliver. Jus cos you’ve got manners and they ain’t.

You wudn’t know quality if you saw it - none of yer! Dodger!

Dodger. Yeah?

Nancy.

Dodger. Of course I have. (pg.49)

Nancy. ‘Ave you seen the way dem quality gentlemen treats their ladies?

Dodger.

Nancy. Shall we show ‘em how i’s done?

Fagin. Go on Nancy, give us a free show. (pg.50)

Nancy. So ‘ow’s it go then Dodger? I’s all bowing and ‘ats off… and…

Dodger. “Don’t let your petticoats dangle in the mud my darling.” (pg.50)

Nancy. And “I’ll go last.”

Fagin. You’ll be hanged yourself in time - don’t worry! Nancy, hadn’t you better get back before Bill wakes up?

Nancy.

Boys. Ta ta Nancy. Bye Bet. [ad lib] (pg.53)

Nancy. Yeah, you’re right. Now listen Oliver, you be careful. Ta ta you lot.

Boys.

Nancy. Don’t get hung!

ACT 2 SCENE 1 LINES

(End of Who Will Buy?)

Nancy.

Oliver. Leggo! Leggo! Nancy! (pg.77)

Nancy. Oh! my dear brother!

Oliver.

Nancy. I’ve found ‘im! Oliver, oh Oliver! My dear little brother! Where ‘ave you been? We’ve been worried out of our heads.

First Woman. What’s the matter love? (pg.78)

Nancy. Oh, he ran away two weeks ago from his parents who are hard-working respectable people, and went and joined a set of thieves and bad characters - almost broke his mother’s heart.

Oliver. I’m not! I haven’t any mother - or father! I’m an orphan! (pg.78)

Nancy. Oh heavens. Just listen to him.

Oliver. Bet! Tell them to let me go! (pg.78)

Nancy. See - he knows his little sister. He can’t hide that! Make him come home - or he’ll kill us.

Sikes. Now you little bleeder, you’re coming with us.

Nancy.

Sikes. Say goodbye to your fancy living. (pg.78)

Nancy. All right Bill. Leave him alone.

Sikes.

Nancy. Leave him Bill, we’re here now.