Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street in Concert

Mrs. Lovett:
And who says the week's out yet? It's only Tuesday.

Beadle:
Mr. Todd. Strange, sir. It seems your face is known to me.

Mrs. Lovett:
Him? [laughs] That's a laugh, him being me uncle's cousin and arrived from Birmingham only yesterday.

Sweeney Todd:
And yet already, I have heard Beadle Bamford spoken of with great respect.

Beadle:
Well, sir, I do try for my neighbors. Fleet Street, eh? Above your pie shop, ma'am?

Mrs. Lovett:
That's it, sir.

Beadle:
Then, Mr. Todd, you shall surely be seing me before the week is out.

Sweeney Todd:
You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford, and I guarantee to give you, without a penny's charge, the closest shave you will ever know.

[last lines]

Sweeney Todd:
To seek revenge may lead to Hell,

Mrs. Lovett:
But everyone does it if seldom as well...

Sweeney Todd, Mrs. Lovett:
As Sweeney... as Sweeney Todd. The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

Judge Turpin:
You see sir a man infatuate with love, her ardent an eager slave. So fetch the pomade and pumice stone, and lend me a more seductive tone, a sprinkling perhaps of French cologne, but first sir I think... a shave.

Sweeney Todd:
The closest I ever gave.