“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!”

“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.”

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

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

“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.”

“Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely...”

“You're so nice. You're not good, you're not bad, You're just nice. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right. I'm the witch. You're the world.”