“Into the Woods, then Out of the Woods..and home before dark!”

“Was that me? Yes it was. Was that him? No it wasn't.. Just a trick of the woods! Just a moment, One peculiar passing moment. Must it all be either less or more, Either plain or grand? Is it always 'or'? Is it never 'and'? That's what woods are for: For those moments in the woods... Oh, if life were made of moments, Even now and then a bad one--! But if life were only moments, Then you'd never know you had one. First a witch, then a child, then a Prince, then a moment-- Who can live in the woods? And to get what you wish, only just for a moment-- These are dangerous woods.. Let the moment go.. Don't forget it for a moment, though. Just remembering you had an 'and,' when you're back to 'or,' Makes the 'or' mean more than is did before. Now I understand--And it's time to leave the woods.”

“Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos. ”

“Careful the things you say,Children will listen.Careful the things you do,Children will see.And learn.Children may not obeyBut children will listen.Children will look to youFor which way to turn,To learn what to be.Careful before you say,"Listen to me."Children will listen.”

“My FriendTodd: These are my friendsSee how they glistenSee this one shineHow he smilesIn the lightMy friend!My faithful friend!Speak to me, friendWhisper, I'll listenI know, I knowYou've been lockedOut of sightAll these years!Like me, my friend!Well, I've come homeTo find you waitingHomeAnd we're togetherAnd we'll do wondersWon't we?You there, my friendMrs. Lovett: I'm your friend too, Mr. ToddTodd: Come, let me hold youMrs. Lovett: If you only knew, Mr. ToddTodd: Now, with a sighMrs. Lovett: Ooh, Mr. Todd!Todd: You grow warm in my handMrs. Lovett: You're warm in my handTodd: My friend!Mrs. Lovett: You've come home!Todd: My clever friend!Mrs. Lovett: Always had a fondness for you, I didTodd: Rest now, my friendMrs. Lovett: Never you fear, Mr. ToddTodd: Soon I'll unfold youMrs. Lovett: You can move in here, Mr. ToddTodd: Soon you'll knowTodd and Mrs. Lovett: Splendours you'd never have dreamed all your daysMrs. Lovett: Will be yours!Todd: My lucky friend!Mrs. Lovett: I'm your friend! And you're mine!Todd: Till now your shineMrs. Lovett: Don't they shine beautiful?Todd: Was merely silver!Mrs. Lovett: Silver's good enough for me, Mr. TTodd: FriendYou shall drip rubiesYou'll soon drip preciousRubiesAt last, my arm is complete again!”

“Nice is different than good.”

“Now, this one might be a little stringy, but then again, it's fiddle player."That isn't fiddle player, it's piccolo player."How can you tell?"It's PIPING hot!"Then blow on it first!”