TOBIAS: Ladies and gentlemen, May I have your attention, please? Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well At that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell? Yes they are, I can tell.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, That aroma enriching the breeze Is like nothing compared to its succulent source, As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course.
Ladies and gentlemen, You can't imagine the rapture in store — Just inside of this door!
There you'll sample Mrs. Lovett's meat pies, Savory and sweet pies, As you'll see. You who eat pies, Mrs. Lovett's meat pies Conjure up the treat pies Used to be!
MRS. LOVETT Toby!
TOBIAS: Coming!
MRS. LOVETT: Ale there!
TOBIAS: Right, mum!
MRS. LOVETT: Quick, now!
MRS. LOVETT: Nice to see you, dearie . .. How have you been keeping? ... Cor, me bones is weary! Toby—! One for the gentleman . . . Hear the birdies cheeping — Helps to keep it cheery . . . Toby! Throw the old woman out!
MRS. LOVETT: What's my secret? Frankly, dear — forgive my candor — Family secret, All to do with herbs. Things like being Careful with your coriander, That's what makes the gravy grander - !
MRS. LOVETT and TOBIAS: Eat them slow and Feel the crust, how thin I (she) rolled it! Eat them slow, 'cos Every one's a prize! Eat them slow, 'cos That's the lot and now we've sold it! Come again tomorrow — !
MRS. LOVETT: Hold it — Bless my eyes — ! Fresh supplies!
How about it, dearie? Be here in a twinkling! Just confirms my theory — Toby—! God watches over us. Didn't have an inkling . . . Positively eerie . . .
TOBIAS (with Mrs. Lovett above): Is that a pie Fit for a king, A wondrous sweet And most delectable thing? You see, ma'am, why There is no meat pie