Todd: No I had him!
His throat was there beneath my hand.
No I had him!
His throat was there and now he'll [bad word] again.
Mrs. Lovett: Easy now, hush love hush
I keep telling you -
Todd: When? Why do I wait?
You told me to wait -
Now he'll [bad word] again.

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with [bad word] 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 they 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.
Now 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 a relief
We all deserve to die.

And I'll never see Joanna
No I'll never hold my girl to me - finished!
(shouted) Alright! You sir, how about a [bad word] and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too, sir? [bad word] to the grave.

I will have vengenance.
I will have salvation.
(shouted) Who sir, you sir?
No one in the [bad word] on [bad word] on!
Sweeney's waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir - anybody.
Gentlemen don't be shy!

Not one man, no, no ten men.
Not 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 dishonorable 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!

...В мире есть дыра, большая чёрная яма, заполненная людьми, сущность которых - дерьмо. И все преступники мира живут там. Но это не может длиться вечно. Они все заслуживают смерти. Сказать Вам, почему, Миссис Ловетт? Сказать? Потому что во всём мире есть только два вида человека, только два: один - тот, кого обычно ставят на место, другой – тот, кто вытирает ноги о других. Посмотрите на меня, Миссис Ловетт. Посмотрите на себя. Теперь мы все заслуживаем смерти. Даже Вы, Миссис Ловетт, даже я. Потому что жизни нечестивцев должны быть коротки. А для остальных смерть станет утешением. Мы все заслуживаем смерти...