My - my sister, sir. My sister, Mrs. Joe Gargery, wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir

Magwitch:

[sneaking up behind]
Hold your noise! Hold your noise you little devil, or I'll cut your throat! Tell us your name, quick. Young Pip:
I'm Pip. Magwitch:
Once more, give it mouth! Young Pip:
Pip. Magwitch:
Ssh. [pushing the boy down] Young Pip:
Pip, Sir. Don't sir, please! Magwitch:
[turning him upside down]
You've got wills on you, boy? You've got wills on ya! Young Pip:
No, sir. Magwitch:
[puts him back on his feet]
Come here. What fat cheeks You've got. Darn me if I couldn't eat 'em. Where's your mother? Young Pip:
There, sir. [pointing at the grave] Young Pip:
Also my father, sir. My father and brothers, too. Magwitch:
Orphan, ey? Who do you live with? That's supposing I let you live. Young Pip:
My - my sister, sir. My sister, Mrs. Joe Gargery, wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir