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JUDGE: Where is she? Where is the girl? |
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TODD: Below, your Honor. In the care of my neighbor, Mrs. Lovett. |
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Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her. |
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Thank heavens too, she has seen the error of her ways. |
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JUDGE: She has? |
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TODD: Oh yes, your lesson was well learned, sir. |
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She speaks only of you, longing for forgiveness. |
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JUDGE: And she shall have it. She'll be here soon, you say? |
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I think I hear her now. |
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JUDGE: Oh, excellent, my friend! |
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Is that her dainty footstep on the stair? |
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JUDGE: I hear nothing. |
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Yes, isn't that her shadow on the wall? |
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JUDGE: Where? |
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TODD: There! |
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Primping, |
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Making herself even prettier than usual - |
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Even prettier ... |
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If possible. |
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Ohhhhhhh, |
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Pretty women! |
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Pretty women, yes ... |
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JUDGE: Quickly, sir, a splash of bay rum! |
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TODD: Sit, sir, sit. |
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JOHANNA, JOHANNA. . |
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Pretty women . . . |
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JUDGE: Hurry, man! |
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Pretty women |
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Are a wonder . . . |
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JUDGE: You're in a merry mood again today, barber. |
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Pretty women! |
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What we do for |
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Pretty women! Pretty women! |
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Blowing out their candles Blowing out their candles |
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Or combing out their hair - Or combing out their hair, |
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Then they leave - |
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Even when they leave you Even when they leave, |
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And vanish, they somehow They still |
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Can still remain Are there, |
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There with you there ... They're there . . |
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JUDGE: How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit! |
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TODD: With fellow tastes - in women, at least. |
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JUDGE: What? What's that? |
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TODD: The years no doubt have changed me, sir. |
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But then, I suppose, the face of a barber - the face of a prisoner in the |
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dock - is not particularly memorable. |
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Benjamin Barker! |
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Rest now, my friend, |
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Rest now forever. |
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Sleep now the untroubled |
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Sleep of the angels ... |
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Lift your razor high, Sweeney! |
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Hear it singing, \"Yes!\" |
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Sink it in the rosy skin |
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Of righteousness! |
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MRS. LOVETT: Die! Die! God in heaven - die! You! Can it be? |
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How all the demons of Hell come to torment me! |
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TODD: Why did you scream? Does the JUDGE still live? |
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MRS. LOVETT: He was clutching, holding on to my skirt, but now - he's finished. |
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TODD: Leave them to me. Open the doors. |
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MRS. LOVETT: No! Don't touch her! |
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TODD: What is the matter with you? |
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It's only some meddling old beggar - Oh no, Oh God...\"Don't I know you?\" she said... |
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You knew she lived. |
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From the first moment that I walked into your shop you knew my Lucy lived! |
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MRS. LOVETT: I was only thinking of you! |
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Lucy. . . |
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MRS. LOVETT: Your Lucy! |
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A crazy hag picking bones and rotten spuds out of alley ash-cans! |
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Would you have wanted to know that was all that was left of her? |
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TODD: You lied to me. |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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No, no, not lied at all. |
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No, I never lied. |
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Lucy... |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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Said she took the poison - she did - |
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Never said that she died - |
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Poor thing, |
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She lived - |
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I've come home again . . . |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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But it left her weak in the head, |
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All she did for months was just lie there in bed - |
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Lucy. . . |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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Should've been in hospital, |
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Wound up in Bedlam instead, |
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Poor thing! |
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Oh, my God . . . |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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Better you should think she was dead. |
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Yes, I lied 'cos I love you! |
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Lucy... |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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I'd be twice the wife she was! |
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I love you! |
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What have I done?... |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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Could that thing have cared for you |
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Like me? |
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Mrs. Lovett, |
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You're a bloody wonder, |
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Eminently practical and yet |
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Appropriate as always. |
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As you've said repeatedly, |
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There's little point in dwelling on the past. |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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Do you mean it? |
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Everything I did I swear |
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I thought |
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Was only for the best, |
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Believe me! |
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Can we still be |
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Married? |
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No, come here, my love . |
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Not a thing to fear, |
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My love . . . |
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What's dead |
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Is dead. |
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The history of the world, my pet - |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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Oh, Mr. Todd, |
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Ooh, Mr. Todd, |
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Leave it to me . . |
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Is learn forgiveness and try to forget. |
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MRS. LOVETT: |
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By the sea, Mr. Todd, |
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We'll be comfy-cozy, |
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By the sea, Mr. Todd, |
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Where there's no one nosy ... |
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And life is for the alive, my dear, |
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So let's keep living it -! |
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Just keep living it, |
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Really living it -! |
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There was a barber and his wife, |
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And she was beautiful. |
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A foolish barber and his wife, |
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She was his reason and his life. |
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And she was beautiful. |
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And she was virtuous. |
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And he was - |
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Naive. |
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Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker man. |
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Bake me a cake - |
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No, no, |
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Bake me a pie - |
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To delight my eye, |
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And I will sigh |
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If the crust be high ... |
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Mr. TODD. |
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Pat him and prick him and mark him with B, and put him in the oven for baby and me! |
