Hold your noise! Hold your noise you little devil, or I'll cut your throat! Tell us your...

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.