“Some of us don't like the way you've been telling it.”

“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!”

“Slotted spoons don't hold much soup...”

“Music blows lyrics up very quickly, and suddenly they become more than art. They become pompous and they become self-conscious ... I firmly believe that lyrics have to breathe and give the audience's ear a chance to understand what's going on. Particularly in the theater, where you not only have the music, but you've got costume, story, acting, orchestra. There's a lot to take in.”

“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.”

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