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Mrs. Lovett |
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A customer! |
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Wait! What's your rush? |
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What's your hurry? |
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You gave me such a... |
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fright! I thought you was a ghost! |
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Half a minute, can't ya sit? |
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Sit ya down! |
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Sit! |
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All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks. |
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Did ya come here for a pie, sir? |
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Do forgive me if my head's a little vague. |
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Ugh! |
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What is that? |
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But you'd think we had the plague. |
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From the way that people |
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keep avoiding! |
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No you don't! |
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Heaven knows I try, sir! |
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But there's no one comes in even to inhale! |
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Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale? |
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Mind you I can hardly blame them! |
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These are probably the worst pies in London. |
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I know why nobody cares to take them! |
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I should know! |
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I make them! |
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But good? No... |
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The worst pies in London... |
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Even that's polite! The worst pies in London! |
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If you doubt it take a bite! |
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Sweeney Todd (spoken) |
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Ugh! |
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Mrs. Lovett (sung) |
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Is that just, disgusting? |
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You have to concede it! |
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It's nothing but crusting! |
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Here drink this, you'll need it. |
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The worst pies in London |
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And no wonder with the price of meat |
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what it is |
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when you get it. |
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Never thought I'd live to see the day. |
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Men'd think it was a treat |
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findin' poor |
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animals |
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what are dyin' in the street. |
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Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop. |
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Does a business, but I notice something weird. |
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Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared. |
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Have to hand it to her! |
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What I calls, |
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enterprise! |
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Poppin' *****es into pies! |
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Wouldn't do in my shop! |
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Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick! |
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And I'm telling you them *****cats is quick. |
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No denying times is hard, sir! |
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Even harder than the worst pies in London. |
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Only lard and nothing more- |
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Is that just revolting? |
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All greasy and gritty? |
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It looks like it's molting! |
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And tastes like...we'll pity. |
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A woman alone...with limited wind |
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And the worst pies in London! |
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Ah, sir |
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Times is hard. |
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Times is hard. |
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Sweeney Todd (spoken) |
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Isn't that a room up there? Over the shop? |
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If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out? Should bring in something... |
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Mrs. Lovett (spoken) |
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Up there? Huh, no one'll go near it. |
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People think it's haunted. |
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You see years ago something happened, something not very nice. |
