Anthony: 
[Begging] 
Mr. Todd. 
You have to help me. Mr Todd, please.

Sweeney: 
[Quietly spoken] 
Out.

Anthony: 
[Begging] 
Mr. Todd!

Sweeney: 
[Shouted] 
OUT!

Mrs. Lovett: 
[Spoken in slightly worried tone] 
All this shouting [bad word] about, what's happened?

Sweeney: 
[Spoken and sung angry] 
I had him! 
His throat was bare beneath my hand. 
No! I had him. 
His throat was there and he'll [bad word] again.

Mrs. Lovett:  [bad word] singing] 
Easy now. 
Hush, love, hush. 
I keep telling you - 

Sweeney: 
[Spoken]
When?

Mrs. Lovett: 
[Sung]
What's [bad word] 

Sweeney: 
[Spoken angry]
Why did I wait?
You told me to wait.
Now he'll [bad word] again.

[Sung angry] 
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...

[Morbid thoughts, sung]
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.
Now we all deserve to die.
Even you, Mrs. Lovette, even I.
Because of the lives of the wicked should be made brief.
For the rest of us death will be a relief.
We all deserve to die!

[Sung sadly]
And I'll never see Johanna.
No, I'll never hug my girl to me.

[Shouted]
FINISHED!

[Shouted]
All right! You sir, how about a [bad word] and visit your good friend Sweeney!
You sir, too sir, [bad word] to the grave.

[Sung, definite emotion]
I will have vengence.
I will have salvation.

[Morbid; spoken, shouted]
Who sir, you sir?
No one's in the [bad word] on [bad word] on!
Sweeney's waiting.
I want you bleeders.

[Shouted]
You sir!
Anybody!
Gentlemen, now don't be shy.

[Sung, slightly sad]
Not one man. 
No, nor ten men.
Nor a hundred can assuage me.

[Shouted]
I will have you!

[Angry spoken]
And I will get him back even as he gloats.
In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats.

[Sung, slightly sad]
And my lucy lies in ashes.
And I'll never see my girl again.

[Shouted]
But the work waits!
I'm alive at last.
And I'm full of joy!