Epiphany

[Mrs. Lovett:]
All this running and shouting. What is it now, dear?

[Todd:]
I had him—and then,

[Mrs. Lovett:]
The sailor busted in
I saw them both running down the street and I said to myself
"The fat's in the fire, for sure!"

[Todd:]
I had him
His throat was bare
Beneath my hand—

[Mrs. Lovett:]
There, there, dear. Don't fret.

[Todd:]
No, I had him
His throat was there
And he'll never come again!

[Mrs. Lovett:]
Easy now
Hush, love, hush
I keep telling you—

[Todd:]
When?

[Mrs. Lovett:]
What's your rush?

[Todd:]
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 pit
And it's filled with people
Who are filled with shit
And 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 race
Mrs. Lovett
There are two kinds of men
And only two
There's the one staying put
In his proper place
And the one with his foot
In the other one's face
Look at me, Mrs. Lovett
Look at you!

No, we all deserve to die
Even you, Mrs. Lovett
Even I
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us, death will be relief
We all deserve to die!

And I'll never see Johanna
No, I'll never hug my girl to me—
Finished!

All right! You, sir
How about a shave
Come and visit
Your good friend Sweeney
You, sir, too, sir
Welcome to the grave
I will have vengeance
I will have salvation!

Who, sir? You, sir
No one in the chair
Come one, come on
Sweeney's waiting
I want your 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 gloats
In the meantime I'll practice
On less honorable throats.

And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again
But the work waits
I'm alive at last
And I'm full of joy!

[Mrs. Lovett:]
That's all very well. But all that matters now is him
What are we going to do about him?

[Todd:]
Later, after it's dark, we'll find some secret place and bury him.

[Mrs. Lovett:]
Well, of course, we could do that
I don't suppose there's any relatives going to come poking around looking for him.