Oliver - Widow Corney Flashcards
[OLIVER SONG ENDS]
To bed, all of you! Take this ungrateful rat to gather his few belongings.
OLIVER: Please, ma’am…
And you’ll be grateful I ain’t sending you to face the drop! Now not another word from you Oliver.
BUMBLE: Mark my words Mrs. Corney. That boy was born to be hung, I’ve never been so shocked in all my days.
Hush, Mr. B, you’ve had quite a turn and U fancy you might enjoy a little drop of something special.
BUMBLE: What is it?
Why, it’s what I’m obliged to keep a little in the house to put into the blessed infants medicine when they ain’t well and I’ll not deceive you, Mr. B, It’s gin.
BUMBLE: Well, you are a humane women Mrs. Corney. It’s nice to be appreciated, Mrs. Corney. These paupers in this parish they don’t appreciate me. Anti-parochial they are ma’am, anti-parochial. We have given away, Mrs. Corney, a matter of twenty loaves and cheese-and-a-half this afternoon, and still them paupers are not contented.
Of course they’re not. Why would they be? Sweet Mr. Bumble?
BUMBLE: Very sweet, indeed, ma’am.
Bless you.
BUMBLE: Do you keep a cat ma’am?
Yes, and kittens too, I’m so fond of them you can’t imagine, Mr. Bumble. They are so happy, so cheerful, so frolicsome that they are quite companions for me.
BUMBLE: Very nice animals indeed ma’am, and very domestic.
So very fond of their home too, that it’s quite a pleasure, I’m sure.
BUMBLE: Mrs. Corney, ma’am. I mean to say this… that any cat… or kitten… that could live with you ma’am… and not be fond of it’s home. Must be an idiot, ma’am, and don’t deserve to live in it.
Oh, Mr. Bumble!
BUMBLE: It’s no use disguising facts ma’am. An idiot! I would drown myself with pleasure.
Then you’re a cruel man. And a hard-hearted man besides.
BUMBLE: Hard hearted? Hard? Are you hard hearted, Mrs. Corney?
Dear me, what a very curious question coming from a single man. What can you want to know for, Mr. B? I shall scream, Mr. Bumble!
BUMBLE: Well I best be off, and see what I can get for this young scoundrel!
Make sure you get a good price for him, Mr. Bumble.
BUMBLE: Married?! Two weeks to the Widow Corney. I sold myself cheap? Dirt cheap!
Cheap?! Are you going to sit there snoring all day?
MATRON: Pardon me, Mr. Bumble, Widow Corney–
What’s the matter?
MATRON: It’s Old Sally, ma’am. She says she’s not got something to tell you that must be heard. She’s not got long and she’ll never die quiet till you listen, ma’am.
Well what is it?