Tito:
It's hard to watch anything when you're being barbecued, man.

Tito:
Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.

Oliver:
So when are we gonna eat?

Dodger:
We?

Oliver:
Yeah. I'm starvin'.

Dodger:
Listen, kid. I hate to break it to ya, but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic *uno*.

Oliver:
What do ya mean?

Dodger:
What I mean is, our partnership is herewith dissolved.

Oliver:
But, wait! Wait. You're not being fair!

Dodger:
Fares are for tourists, kid. Consider it a free lesson in street savoir faire from New York's coolest quadruped.

Dodger:
Absitively posolutely!

Winston:
I know you're growing attached to the little fellow, but do try to understand. Your parents left me responsible for you.

Jenny:
They won't mind. Really.

Winston:
Rise and shine, Georgette. Your public awaits.

Dodger:
You wanna leave? Fine! There's the door.

Einstein:
But he just got here.

Dodger:
Go on. No one's stoppin' ya.

Tito:
Hey, man, you're ugly! And you're uglier than him! And you're Ugly, Part Three! Hey, you're Revenge of the Ugly!

Francis:
My name is Francis. Fran-cis. Not Frank. Not Frankie. Francis.

Fagin:
My days are numbered, and the number is three.

Dodger:
Whoa! Chill out, man. I don't eat cats. It's too much fur.

Fagin:
I don't wanna put any undue pressure on you, but as you march off to do your duty, I want you to keep one thing in mind. Dead men do not buy dog food!