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(MRS. LOVETT)

All this running and shouting！

What is it now dear?

(TODD)

I had him and...

(MRS. LOVETT)

I know the sailor burst in

and I saw them both running down the street and I said to meself:"well that's-"

(TODD)

I had him!

His throat was bare beneath my hand

(MRS. LOVETT)

Now, now, dear, don't fret-

(TODD)

No, I had him!

His throat was there and now he'll never come again

(MRS. LOVETT)

Easy now, hush love hush

I keep telling you

(TODD)

When?

(MRS. LOVETT)

What's your rush?

(TODD)

Why did I wait?

You told me to wait!

Now he'll never come again

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

And it's filled with people who are filled with shit

And the vermin of the world inhabit it

But not for long...

They all deserve to die

Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why

Because in all of the whole human race

Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two

There's the one staying put in his proper place

And the one with his foot in the other one's face

Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you

We all deserve to die

Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I

Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief

For the rest of us death will be a relief

We all deserve to die!

And I'll never see Johanna

No I'll never hug my girl to me

Finished!

Alright! You, sir, how about a shave?

Come and visit your good friend Sweeney

You, sir, too, sir? Welcome to the grave

I will have vengeance

I will have salvation

Who, sir, you, sir?

No one's in the chair, come on! Come on!

Sweeney's waiting

I want you, bleeders

You sir! Anybody!

Gentlemen, now don't be shy!

Not one man, no, nor ten men

Nor a hundred can assuage me

I will have you!

And I will get him back even as he gloats

In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats

And my Lucy lies in ashes

And I'll never see my girl again!

But the work waits!

I'm alive at last!

And I'm full of joy!

(MRS. LOVETT)

Well... that's all... very... well

But what are we gonna do about the eye-talian?

(TODD)

Later. When it's dark,

we'll take him out of the trunk and bury him

(MRS. LOVETT)

Yeah. 'course we could do that.

Don't suppose any relatives are gonna come poking around looking for him