Mrs. Lovett: “That’s all very well, but what are we going to do about him?”
Sweeney Todd: “Later on, when it's dark, we'll take him to some secret place
and bury him.”
Mrs. Lovett: “Oh yeah, of course we could do that. I don't suppose he's got
any relatives going to come poking around looking for him.”
Seems a downright shame...
Sweeney Todd: “Shame?”
Mrs. Lovett: Seems an awful waste
Such a nice plump frame
Wot's-his-name has--
Had--
Has!
Nor it can’t be traced
Bus’ness needs a lift
Debts to be erased
Think of it as thrift
As a gift...
If you get my drift...
Seems an awful waste
I mean, with the price of meat what it is
When you get it
If you get it--
Sweeney Todd: “Ah!”
Mrs. Lovett: Good, you got it!
Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
Bus’ness never better, using only pussycats and toast
Now a pussy’s good for maybe six or seven at the most
And I’m sure they can’t compare - as far as taste
[Simultaneously:]
Sweeney Todd: Mrs. Lovett
What a charming notion
Eminently practical and yet appropriate as always
Mrs. Lovett
How I did without you all these years I’ll never know!
How delectable!
Also undetectable
How choice!
How rare!
Mrs. Lovett: Well, it does seem a waste...
Think about it!
Lots of other gentlemen’ll
Soon be comin’ for a shave
Won’t they?
Think of
All them
Pies!
Sweeney Todd: For what’s the sound of the world out there?
Mrs. Lovett: What, Mr. Todd?
What, Mr. Todd?
What is that sound?
Sweeney Todd: Those crunching noises pervading the air?
Mrs. Lovett: Yes, Mr. Todd!
Yes, Mr. Todd!
Yes, all around!
Sweeney Todd: It’s man devouring man, my dear
Sweeney Todd: And who are we to deny it in here?
Mrs. Lovett: Then who are we to deny it in here?
Sweeney Todd: “These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, and desperate
measures are called for.”
Mrs. Lovett: “Here we are, hot out of the oven.”
Sweeney Todd: “What is that?”
Mrs. Lovett: It’s priest
Have a little priest
Sweeney Todd: Is it really good?
Mrs. Lovett: Sir, it’s too good, at least!
Then again, they don’t commit sins of the flesh
So it’s pretty fresh
Sweeney Todd: Awful lot of fat
Mrs. Lovett: Only where it sat
Sweeney Todd: Haven’t you got poet
Or something like that?
Mrs. Lovett: No, you see, the trouble with poet is
How do you know it’s deceased?
Try the priest!
[Brief Instrumental]
Mrs. Lovett: Lawyer’s rather nice
Sweeney Todd: If it’s for a price
Mrs. Lovett: Order something else, though, to follow
Since no one should swallow it twice!
Sweeney Todd: Anything that’s lean?
Mrs. Lovett: Well, then, if you’re British and loyal
You might enjoy Royal Marine!
Anyway, it’s clean
Though of course, it tastes of wherever it’s been!
Sweeney Todd: Is that