I had him! His throat was there beneath my hand. 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, Whats your rush? Todd: When? 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.
No, 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 vengenance. I will have salvation. Who sir, you sir? No ones 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!
...В мире есть дыра, большая чёрная яма, заполненная людьми, сущность которых - дерьмо. И все преступники мира живут там. Но это не может длиться вечно. Они все заслуживают смерти. Сказать Вам, почему, Миссис Ловетт? Сказать? Потому что во всём мире есть только два вида человека, только два: один - тот,кто стоит на своем месте, и другой, который вытирает ноги о лица остальных. Посмотрите на меня, Миссис Ловетт. Посмотрите на себя. Мы все заслуживаем смерти. Даже Вы, Миссис Ловетт, даже я. Потому что жизни нечестивцев должны быть коротки. А для остальных смерть станет утешением. Мы все заслуживаем смерти... И я никогда не увижу Джуанну, никогда не прижму к себе свою детку! Ни один человек, ни десять человек, ни сотня не успокоят меня! Все они заслуживают смерти, работа ждет, и я полон радости!