Mrs. Lovett: Th at's all very well, but what are we going To do about him?
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…
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. Business needs a lift, Debts to be erased, Th ink 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—
Todd: Ah!
Mrs. Lovett: Good, you got it. Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop. Business never better, using only Pussy cats 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—
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Todd: Mrs. Lovett, What a charming notion, Eminently practical and yet Mrs. Lovett: Well, it does seem a waste… Todd: Appropriate, as always. Mrs. Lovett How I did without you All these years I'll never know! Mrs. Lovett: Think about it. Todd: How delectable! Mrs. Lovett: Lots of other gentlemen'll soon be coming for a shave Todd: Also undetectable. Mrs. Lovett: Won't they? Think of Todd: How choice! Mrs. Lovett: All them Todd: How rare! Mrs. Lovett: Pies!
Todd: For what's the sound of the world out there?
Mrs. Lovett: What, Mr. Todd, What, Mr. Todd, What is that sound?
Todd: Th ose crunching noises pervading the air?
Mrs. Lovett: Yes, Mr. Todd, Yes, Mr. Todd, Yes, all around—
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Todd: Mrs.Lovett It's man devouring man, my dear, And who are we to deny it in here?
Todd: Th ese are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, And desperate measures are called for.
Mrs. Lovett: Here we are, hot out of the oven.
Todd: What is that?
Mrs. Lovett: It's priest. Have a little priest.
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.
Todd: Awful lot of fat.
Mrs. Lovett: Only where it sat.
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. Lawyer's rather nice.
Todd: If it's for a price.
Mrs. Lovett: Order something else, though, to follow, Since no one should swallow It twice.
Todd: Anything that's lean.
Mrs. Lovett: Well, then, if you're British and loyal, You might enjoy Royal Marine. Anyway, it's clean. Th ough, of course, it tastes of wherever it's been.