[MRS. LOVETT, spoken]
All this running and shouting! What is it now dear?

[TODD]
I had him and...

[MRS. LOVETT, spoken]
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]
There, there, dear, don't fret-

[TODD]
No, I had him!
His throat was there, 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 do 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 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 honourable 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, spoken]
Well... that's all... very... well... but what are we 'gonna do about the eye-talian?

[TODD, spoken]
Later, when it's dark, we'll take him out of the trunk and bury him

[MRS. LOVETT, spoken]
Yeah, course we could do that. Don't suppose any relatives are 'gonna come poking around looking for him