JUDGE:
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Where is she? Where is the girl?
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TODD:
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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:
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She has?
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TODD:
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Oh yes, your lesson was well learned, sir.
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She speaks only of you longing for forgivness.
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JUDGE:
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And she shall have it. She'll be here soon, you say?
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TODD:
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I think I hear her now.
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JUDGE:
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Oh, Excellent, my friend!
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TODD:
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Is that her dainty footstep on the stair?
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JUDGE:
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I hear nothing.
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TODD:
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There!
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Primping, Making herself even prettier than usual-
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JUDGE:
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Even prettier...
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TODD:
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If possible.
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JUDGE:
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Ohhhhhhhh!
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Pretty Women!
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TODD:
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Pretty women, yes...
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JUDGE:
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Quickly, sir, a splash of bay rum!
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TODD:
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Sit, sir, sit.
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JUDGE:
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Johanna, Johanna..
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TODD:
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Pretty women...
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JUDGE:
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Hurry, man!
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TODD:
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Pretty women
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Are a wonder...
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JUDGE:
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You'r in a merry mood again today, barber.
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TODD:
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Pretty women!
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JUDGE:
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What we do for
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Pretty women!
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Blowing out their candles
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Or combing out their hair-
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Then they leave you
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And vanish they somehow
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Can still remain
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There with you there...
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TODD:
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Pretty women!
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Blowing out their candles
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Or combing out their hair
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Even when they leave,
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They still
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Are there,
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They're there....
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JUDGE:
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How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit!
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TODD:
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With fellow tastes - in women, at least.
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JUDGE:
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What? What's that?
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TODD:
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The years no doubt have changed me, sir. But then, I suppose,
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the face of a barber - the face of a prisoner in the dock-
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is not particulary MEMORABLE!!
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JUDGE:
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Benjamin Barker!
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TODD:
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Benjamin Barker!
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TODD:
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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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The boy.
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My razor!
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YOU! What are you doing here? SPEAK!
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JOHANNA:
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Oh, dear. Er-excuse me, sir. I Saw the barber's sign.
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So thinking to ask for a shave, I -
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TODD:
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When? When did you come in?
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JOHANNA:
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Oh, sir, I beg of you. Whatever I have seen,
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no man shall ever know. I swear it. Oh, sir, please, sir...
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TODD:
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shave, eh?
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At your service.
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JOHANNA:
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But, sir...
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TODD:
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Whatever you may have seen,
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you cheeks are still as much in need of the razor as before.
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Sit, sir. Sit.
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COMPANY:
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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:
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Die! Die! God in heaven - die!
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Quick! To the oven.
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TODD:
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Why did you scream? Does the Judge still live?
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MRS. LOVETT:
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He was clutching, holding on to my skirt, but now - he's finished.
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TODD:
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Leave them to me. Open the doors.
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MRS. LOVETT:
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No! Don't touch her!
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TODD:
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What is the matter with you?
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It's only some meddling old beggar -
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Oh no, Oh, God..."Don't I konw you?" she said...
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You knew she lived. From the first moment that
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I walked into your shop you knew my Lucy lived!
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MRS. LOVETT:
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I was only thinking of you!
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TODD:
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Lucy...
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MRS. LOVETT:
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Your Lucy! 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:
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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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TODD:
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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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TODD:
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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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TODD:
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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 istead,
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Poor thing!
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TODD:
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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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TODD:
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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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TODD:
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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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TODD:
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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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