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, Whats [bad word] 
Todd: When? Why did 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] 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 a relief
We all deserve to die.

And I'll never see Johanna
No I'll never hug my girl to me - finished!
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.
Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the [bad word] on [bad word] 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 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!

...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,кто стоит на своем месте, и другой, который вытирает ноги о лица остальных. 
Посмотрите на меня, Миссис Ловетт. Посмотрите на себя. 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...
И я никогда не увижу Джуанну, никогда не прижму к себе свою детку! Ни один человек, ни десять человек, ни сотня не успокоят меня! Все они заслуживают смерти, работа ждет, и я полон радости!