hair...
A shooting star!
There! There!
Somebody, somebody look up there!
Didn't I tell you? Smell that air?
City on fire!
Quick, sir! Run and tell!
Warn 'em all of the witch's spell!
There it is, there it is,
the unholy smell!
Tell it to the Beadle
and the police as well!
Tell 'em! Tell 'em!
Help! Fiend!
City on fire...
Mischief... Mischief...
And though I'll think of you,
I guess, until the day I die,
I think I miss you less and
less as every day goes by...
And you'd be beautiful and
pale, and look too much like her.
If only angels could prevail,
we'd be the way we were.
I feel you...
Johanna...
Wake up, Johanna!
Another bright red day!
We learn, Johanna, to say...
...Goodbye.
I'll steal you...
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!
Toby!
- Coming!
Ale there!
- Right, mum!
Quick, now!
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!
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-!
Eat them slow and feel the
crust, how thin I 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-!
- Hold it!
Bless my eyes-!
Fresh supplies!
How about it, dearie?
- Is that a pie fit for a king,
Be here in a twinkling!
Just confirms me theory-
Toby
- ! God watches over us.
- A wondrous sweet and
most delectable thing?
Didn't have an inkling... Positively eerie...
- You see, ma’am, why there is no meat pie-
Toby! Throw the old woman out!
...which is not to say we couldn't get
some nice taxidermy animals to bring
a touch of gentility to the place.
You know, a boar's head or two...
Mr. T., are you listening to me?
Of course.
Then what did I just say?
There must be a way to the Judge!
Judge! Always harping
on the bloody old Judge!
We got a nice respectable business
now, money coming in regular and -
since we're careful to pick and choose
- only strangers and people wot won't be missed
who's going to catch on?
Oooh, Mr. Todd- I'm so happy-
I could-
Eat you up, I really could!
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream- If the business stays
as good, where I'd really like to go...
In a year or so...
Don't you want to know?
Of course.
Do you really want to know?
Yes, I do.
By the sea, Mr. Todd,
That's the life I covet;
By the sea, Mr. Todd,
Ooh, I know you'd love it!
You and me, Mr. T.,
we could be alone
In a house wot we'd almost
own down by the sea...
Anything you say.
Wouldn’t that be smashing?
Think how snug it'll be
underneath our flannel
When it's just you and me
and the English Channel...
In our cozy retreat,
kept all neat and tidy,
We'll have chums over every Friday...
By the sea...
Don't you love the weather by the sea?
We'll grow old together
by the seaside...
By the beautiful sea!
It'll be so quiet that who'll
come by it except a seagull?
We shouldn't try it,
though, till it's legal, for two...
But a seaside wedding could be devised,
me rumpled bedding legitimized.
My eyelids'll flutter,
I'll turn into butter,
The moment I mutter "I do!"
There by the sea.
Married nice and proper,
by the sea -