“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!”

“It's your father's fault that the curse got placed and the place got cursed in the first place.”

“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.”

“It's not so much do what you like as it is that you like what you do.”

“Todd:I had him!His throat was there beneath my hand.No, I had him!His throat was there and now he'll never come again.Mrs. Lovett: Easy now, hush love hushI keep telling you, Whats your rush?Todd: When? Why did I wait?You told me to wait -Now he'll never come again.There's a hole in the world like a great black pitAnd it's filled with people who are filled with shitAnd 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 raceMrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only twoThere's the one staying put in his proper placeAnd the one with his foot in the other one's faceLook at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.No, we all deserve to dieEven you, Mrs Lovett, even I!Because the lives of the wicked should be made briefFor the rest of us death will be a reliefWe all deserve to die.And I'll never see JohannaNo 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 vengenance.I will have salvation.Who sir, you sir?No ones 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 gloatsIn the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats.And my Lucy lies in ashesAnd I'll never see my girl again.But the work waits!I'm alive at last!And I'm full of joy! ps. love the movie the performance that Johnny Depp did was amazing and he sang amazing.”

“Music straightjackets a poem and prevents it from breathing on its own, whereas it liberates a lyric. Poetry doesn't need music; lyrics do.”

“There's a hole in the world like a great black pitand the vermin of the world inhabit itand its morals aren't worth what a pig could spitand it goes by the name of London.At the top of the hole sit the privileged fewMaking mock of the vermin in the lonely zooturning beauty to filth and greed...I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Perubut there's no place like London!”