Nicholas: (on the Squeers treating Smike badly because he is friends with Nicholas) You will do better when I am gone. Smike: (alarmed) Gone? When are you going? Nicholas: I would go tomorrow if I could. Smike: Tell me, is the world as bad as this place? Nicholas: (smiles) Oh no. Smike: Should I ever meet you there? Nicholas: Well, yes I'm sure at... Smike: No, no tell me. Tell me that I should be sure to find you. Nicholas: (affirmatively) You would and I would help you and aid you. I would not bring fresh sorrow on you as they have done here.
Mr. Crummles: But there is tragedy in the family. Nicholas: The pony's family? Mr. Crummles: Yes... the father drank. Ended up in the circus, drinking port wine with the clowns. Got greedy, couldn't quit and choked on the bottle. (Gasps) Mr. Crummles: At any rate, I'd Iove to bring you and your friend out.
Mrs. Crummles: Let us use our bodies as instruments, and quiver together, until music comes out.
Nicholas: (to Sir Mulberry Hawk) I am your equal in education and birth and, I trust, your superior in everything otherwise!
Smike: What faces will smile on me when I die? Who will comfort me that long night? They cannot come from home. They would frighten me if they did, for I shouldn't know them. No. There is no hope.
Mr. Crummles: Ladies and gentlemen, based on the receipts Mrs. Crummles has shown me, Liverpool has little relish for high-minded theatrical entertainments properly conducted. We must give them our pity. Now, we must give them something they will pay to see. 'Romeo and Juliet.'
Mrs. Crummles: But we have no Romeo. Mr. Leadville's leg is broke.
Mr. Leadville: I don't mind! I can manage!
Mr. Crummles: Old friend, it may be time for you to move on from Romeo.
Mr. Leadville: Move on?
Mr. Leadville: To what?
Mrs. Crummles: (aside) Lear?
Nicholas: (Smike has consumption) Father, I know I am stronger than when you left, but not strong enough to lose Smike. If this is what that strength is for, then I do not want it.
Nicholas: Not Smike.
Nicholas: That's John Browdie.
Newman Noggs: Is he good or bad.
Nicholas: He gave me money when he heard I'd beaten Squeers.
Newman Noggs: Oh, than he's good.
Nicholas: Does your friend think I'm in love with her?
Tilda: Does she think so? Of course.
Nicholas: But I have made no such declaration.
Tilda: Your eyes said what your mouth could not.
Nicholas: Perhaps my mouth should say what my eyes have not. I have scarcely seen the lady three times but should I have seen her 30 or 30,000, it would be the same. I have not one thought, hope or wish connected with her unless it is part of the picture I keep in my mind of one day being able to turn my back upon this accursed place and never to think of it again with any feeling but loathing and disgust.
Mrs. Nickleby: (Nicholas' father, Ralph's brother, died) Mine was no common loss.
Ralph Nickleby: I was no uncommon loss. Husbands die every day. And wives.
Nicholas: Brothers also.
Ralph Nickleby: Yes, and puppies, too.
Mrs. Squeers: I hate him, that's how I like him. He's a nasty, stuck-up monkey. He needs his pride brought down.
Mr. Squeers: I don't believe there's a woman in all England that can bring a person's pride down as quick as you can, my love.
Mrs. Squeers: Oh, thank you Squeeries.
Mr. Folair: "Infant Phenomenon"? Infant Humbug is more to the point! She has been 10 years old for the past *eight* years! They keep her on a diet of gin and water to holdback her growth!
Ralph Nickleby: I will strike him. I will strike him, until he can be struck no more.
(At the assembly to see Smike flogged for running away)
Mr. Squeers: Is every boy here? Get back! You too Nickleby!
Mr. Squeers: And you. Have you anything to say?
Smike: (Crying) Please, sir, spare me.
Mr. Squeers: I'll spare you. I'll flog you to within an inch of your life, and I'll spare you then.
(Squeers strikes him once, Smike cries out in pain)
Nicholas: Stop! This must not go on. I will not allow it.
Mr. Squeers: You dare to challenge my authority! Stay back!
Nicholas: Touch him at your peril! I will not stand by and see it done.
Mr. Squeers: You will do as you're told!
Nicholas: If you raise the devil within me, the consequences shall fall on your own head! Once I begin, God help you!
(Nicholas grabs the stick and starts hitting Squeers with it)
Mr. Squeers: Stop! No, please, wait!
Nicholas: I do not know why, but I am going to show you what you have never shown any boy in this room... Pity.
(Nicholas cuts down Smike and helps him out)
Mr. Crummles: (about Nicholas writing a play for him) Whatever you write, could you please include a washtub as I've just bought one at a sale.