| Song | God, That's Good! |
| Artist | Stephen Sondheim |
| Album | Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2005 Broadway Revival Cast - With New Orchestrations by Sarah Travis) |
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| TOBIAS: | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, | |
| May I have your attention, perlease? | |
| Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well | |
| At that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell? | |
| Yes they are, I can tell. | |
| Well, ladies and gentlemen, | |
| That aroma enriching the breeze | |
| Is like nothing compared to its succulent source, | |
| As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course. | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, | |
| You can't imagine the rapture in store | |
| (Indicating the shop) | |
| Just inside of this door! | |
| (Beating his usual drum) | |
| There you'll sample | |
| Mrs. Lovett's meat pies, | |
| Savory and sweet pies, | |
| As you'll see. | |
| You who eat pies, | |
| Mrs. Lovett's meat pies | |
| Conjure up the treat pies | |
| Used to be! | |
| (TOBIAS and customers sing, overlapping) | |
| 1ST MAN: | |
| Over here, boy, how about some ale? | |
| 2ND MAN: | |
| Let me have another, laddie! | |
| 1ST WOMAN: | |
| Tell me, are they flavorsome? | |
| 2ND WOMAN: | |
| They are. | |
| 3RD WOMAN: | |
| Isn't this delicious? | |
| TOBIAS (To 2ND MAN): | |
| Right away. | |
| 4THMAN: | |
| Could we have some service over here, boy? | |
| 4TH WOMAN: | |
| Could we have some service, waiter? | |
| 3RD MAN: | |
| Could we have some service? | |
| 2ND and 3RD WOMAN: | |
| Yes, they are. | |
| 1ST MAN: | |
| God, that's good! | |
| 2ND MAN: | |
| What about that pie, boy? | |
| 1ST WOMAN: | |
| Tell me, are they spicy? | |
| 2ND WOMAN: | |
| God, that's good! | |
| 5TH WOMAN: | |
| How much are you charging? | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Thruppence. | |
| 3RD WOMAN: | |
| Yes, what about the pie, boy? | |
| 4TH WOMAN: | |
| I never tasted anything so ... | |
| 1ST and 5TH woman: | |
| Thruppence? | |
| 5TH MAN: | |
| Thruppence for a meat pie? | |
| 1ST and 2ND man: | |
| Where's the ale I asked you for, boy? | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| |_ Ladies and gentlemen ! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (Ringing a bell to attract TOBIAS 's attention) | |
| Toby! | |
| (She starts into the garden with a tray of pies)(To a customer) | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Coming! | |
| 'Scuse me . . . | |
| MRS. LOVETT (Indicating a beckoning customer): | |
| Ale there! | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Right, mum! | |
| (He runs inside, picks up a jug of ale, whisks back out into the garden and starts filling tankards) | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Quick, now! | |
| CUSTOMER (Licking their fingers): | |
| God, that's good! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (A bundle of activity, serving pies, collecting money, giving orders, addressing each of the patrons | |
| individually and with equal insincerity): | |
| Nice to see you, dearie . . | |
| How have you been keeping? ... | |
| Cor, me bones is weary! | |
| Toby! | |
| (Indicating a customer) | |
| One for the gentleman . . . | |
| Hear the birdies cheeping | |
| Helps to keep it cheery . . . | |
| (Spying the BEGGAR WOMAN) | |
| Toby! | |
| Throw the old woman out! | |
| customers: | |
| God, that's good! | |
| (TOBIAS shoos the BEGGAR WOMAN away, but she soon | |
| comes back, sniffing) | |
| MRS. LOVETT (To other customers, without breaking rhythm): | |
| What's your pleasure, dearie? ... | |
| No, we don't cut slices . . | |
| Cor, me eyes is bleary! . . . | |
| (As TOBIAS is about to pour for a plastered customer) | |
| Toby! | |
| None for the gentleman! . . . | |
| I could up me prices | |
| I'm a little leery ... | |
| Business | |
| Couldn't be better, though | |
| CUSTOMER: | |
| God, that's good! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Knock on wood. | |
| (She does) | |
| TODD (Leaning out of window): | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (To a customer): | |
| Excuse me ... | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (To TOBIAS): | |
| Dear, see to the customers. | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (Moving toward him): | |
| Yes, what, love? | |
| Quick, though, the trade is brisk. | |
| TODD: | |
| But it's six o'clock! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| So it's six o'clock. | |
| TODD: | |
| It was due to arrive | |
| At a quarter to five | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| TODD: | |
| And it's six o'clock! | |
| I've been waiting all day! | |
| But it should have been here | |
| By now! | |
| And it's probably already | |
| Down the block! | |
| It'll be here, it'll be here! | |
| Have a beaker of beer | |
| And stop worrying, dear. | |
| Now, now . . . | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (Looking back, agitated at being pulled in two directions): Gawd. | |
| (To TODD, moving back to the garden) | |
| Will you wait there, TODD: | |
| Coolly, You'll come back | |
| 'Cos my customers truly When it comes? | |
| Are getting unruly. | |
| (Circulating again in the garden) | |
| And what's your pleasure, dearie? | |
| (Spilling ale) | |
| Oops! I beg your pardon! | |
| Just me hands is smeary | |
| (Spotting a would-be freeloader) | |
| Toby! | |
| Run for the gentleman! | |
| (TOBIAS catches him, collects the money; MRS. LOVETT | |
| turns to another customer) | |
| Don't you love a garden? | |
| Always makes me teary . . | |
| (Looking back at the freeloader) | |
| Must be one of them foreigners | |
| customers: | |
| God, that's good that is delicious! | |
| (During the following a huge crate appears high on a crane and moves slowly downstage to the tonsorial parlor. TODD sees it) | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| What's my secret? | |
| (To a woman) | |
| Frankly, dear forgive my candor | |
| Family secret, | |
| All to do with herbs. | |
| Things like being | |
| Careful with your coriander, | |
| That's what makes the gravy grander ! | |
| CUSTOMER: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| (MRS. LOVETT hastens into the shop and loads the tray again) | |
| More hot! | |
| More pies! | |
| TODD (Out the window): | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (To a customer in the shop): | |
| Excuse me ... | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (To TOBIAS): | |
| Dear, see to the customers. | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Yes, what, love? | |
| Quick, though, the trade is brisk. | |
| TODD: | |
| But it's here! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| It's where? | |
| TODD: | |
| Coming up the stair! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| (Holding up the tray) | |
| I'll get rid of this lot | |
| As they're still pretty hot | |
| And then I'll be there! | |
| TODD: | |
| It's about to be opened | |
| Or don't you care? | |
| No, I'll be there! | |
| I will be there! | |
| But they'll never be sold | |
| If I let 'em get cold | |
| But we have to prepare! | |
| (During the/allowing, the crate is lowered to the tonsorial parlor) | |
| MRS. LOVETT (Without pausing for breath, smiling to a customer): | |
| Oh, and | |
| Incidentally, dearie, | |
| You know Mrs. Mooney. | |
| Sales've been so dreary | |
| (Spots the BEGGAR WOMAN again) | |
| Toby! | |
| (To the same customer) | |
| Poor thing is penniless. | |
| (Indicating BEGGAR WOMAN, to TOBIAS) | |
| What about that loony? | |
| (To the same customer, as TOBIAS shoos the BEGGAR WOMAN away again) | |
| Lookin' sort of beery | |
| Oh well, got her comeuppance | |
| (Hawklike, to a rising customer) | |
| And that'll be thruppence and | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| (Singing with mouths/till) | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| So she should. | |
| God, that's good that is de have you | |
| Licious ever tasted smell such | |
| Oh my God what more that's pies good! | |
| (MRS. LOVETT goes up to the tonsorial parlor, entering as TODD opens the crate, revealing an elaborate barber chair) | |
| TODD and MRS. LOVETT (Swooning with admiration): | |
| Oooohhhh! Oooohhhh! | |
| (The empty crate swings away on the crane) | |
| TODD: | |
| Is that a chair fit for a king, | |
| A wondrous neat | |
| And most particular chair? | |
| You tell me where | |
| Is there a seat | |
| Can half compare | |
| With this particular thing! | |
| I have a few | |
| Minor adjustments | |
| To make | |
| They'll take | |
| A moment. | |
| I'll call you . . | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| It's gorgeous! | |
| It's gorgeous! | |
| It's perfect! | |
| It's gorgeous! | |
| You make your few | |
| Minor adjustments. | |
| You take your time, | |
| I'll go see to the customers. | |
| TODD (Looking at the chair, as MRS. LOVETT goes back to the garden): | |
| I have another friend . . | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| (To the customers) | |
| Is that a pie fit for a king, | |
| A wondrous sweet | |
| And most delectable thing? | |
| You see, ma'am, why | |
| There is no meat | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| It's gorgeous! | |
| It's gorgeous! | |
| Pie can compete It's perfect! | |
| With this delectable It's gorgeous! | |
| Pie. | |
| customers {Simultaneously with above): | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| TOBIAS and MRS. LOVETT: | |
| The crust all velvety and wavy, | |
| That glaze, those crimps . . . | |
| And then, the thick, succulent gravy. . | |
| One whiff, one glimpse . . . | |
| customers {Simultaneously with above): | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| TODD: | |
| And now to test | |
| This best of barber chairs . . | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| So rich, | |
| So thick | |
| It makes you sick . . . | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| So tender | |
| That you surrender . . | |
| customers {Simultaneously with above): | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| TODD: | |
| It's rime . . | |
| It's rime . . | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (To the customers): | |
| Excuse me . . | |
| TODD {From above): | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (to TOBIAS): | |
| Dear, see to the customers. | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT {Moving toward him): | |
| Yes, what, love? | |
| TODD: | |
| Quick, now! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Me heart's aflutter ! | |
| TODD: | |
| When I pound the floor, | |
| It's a signal to show | |
| That I'm ready to go, | |
| When I pound the floor! | |
| I just want to be sure. | |
| When I'm certain that you're | |
| In place | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| When you pound the floor, | |
| Yes, you told me, I know, | |
| You'll be ready to go | |
| When you pound the floor | |
| Will you trust me? | |
| Will you trust me? | |
| I'll be waiting below | |
| For the whistle to blow . . | |
| TODD: | |
| I'll pound three rimes. | |
| (He demonstrates on the frame of the window) | |
| Three rimes. | |
| (He does it again; she nods impatiently) | |
| And then you | |
| (She knocks at the air two times) | |
| Three rimes | |
| (She knocks heavily and wearily on the wall) | |
| If you | |
| (She knocks again, rolling her eyes skyward) | |
| Exactly. | |
| customers: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Gawd! | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More hot! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (Over her shoulder to them): | |
| Right! | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More pies! | |
| TODD (Seeing her attention waver): | |
| Psst! | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Wait! | |
| (She runs into the bakehouse, which we see for the first time. Upstage are the large baking ovens. Downstage is a | |
| butcher's-block table, on which stands a bizarre meat-grinding machine. In the wall is the mouth of a chute leading down from | |
| the tonsorial parlor. Upstage is a trap door leading down to an invisible cellar. While music continues under, TODD takes a | |
| stack of books tied together, puts it in the chair, then pounds three times on the floor. MRS. LOVETT responds by knocking | |
| three times on the mouth of the chute. TODD pulls a lever in the arm of the chair. The chair becomes a slide and the books | |
| disappear through a trap. Music. The books reappear from the hole in the bakehouse wall and plop on the floor. The chair | |
| resumes its normal position. MRS. LOVETT knocks three times excitedly on the chute; TODD responds by pounding on the floor | |
| three times) | |
| CUSTOMER: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| (MRS. LOVETT hurries out of the bakehouse) | |
| More hot! More pies! | |
| (TODD resumes tinkering happily with the chair) | |
| More! Hot! Pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT and TOBIAS (To the customers): | |
| Eat them slow and | |
| Feel the crust, how thin I (she) rolled it! | |
| Eat them slow, 'cos | |
| Every one's a prize! | |
| Eat them slow, 'cos | |
| That's the lot and now we've sold it! | |
| (She hangs up a \"Sold Out\" sign) | |
| Come again tomorrow ! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (Spotting something along the street): | |
| Hold it | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Bless my eyes ! | |
| (For she sees the man with cap, from Act I, approaching the barber sign. He looks up and rings TODD 's bell three times) | |
| Fresh supplies! | |
| (TODD leans out, sees the man, beckons him up; the man starts up the steps. TODD holds his razor. They both freeze. MRS. | |
| LOVETT takes down the \"Sold Out\" sign and turns back to the customers) | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| How about it, dearie? | |
| Be here in a twinkling! | |
| Just confirms my theory | |
| Toby! | |
| God watches over us. | |
| Didn't have an inkling . . . | |
| Positively eerie . . . | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Is that a pie | |
| Fit for a king, | |
| A wondrous sweet | |
| And most delectable | |
| Thing? | |
| You see, ma'am, why | |
| There is no meat pie | |
| CUSTOMER (Simultaneously with above): | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| MRS. LOVETT (Spotting the BEGGAR WOMAN again): | |
| Toby! | |
| Throw the old woman out! | |
| (As TOBIAS leads the BEGGAR WOMAN off again, Mrs. Lovett runs back to the pie-shop) | |
| CUSTOMERS (Starting with their mouths full, gradually swallowing and singing clearly): | |
| God, that's good that is de have you | |
| Licious ever tasted smell such | |
| Oh my God what perfect more that's | |
| Pies such flavor | |
| (MRS. LOVETT relaxes in thepie-shop with a mug of ale) | |
| God, that's good! |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, | |
| May I have your attention, perlease? | |
| Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well | |
| At that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell? | |
| Yes they are, I can tell. | |
| Well, ladies and gentlemen, | |
| That aroma enriching the breeze | |
| Is like nothing compared to its succulent source, | |
| As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course. | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, | |
| You can' t imagine the rapture in store | |
| Indicating the shop | |
| Just inside of this door! | |
| Beating his usual drum | |
| There you' ll sample | |
| Mrs. Lovett' s meat pies, | |
| Savory and sweet pies, | |
| As you' ll see. | |
| You who eat pies, | |
| Mrs. Lovett' s meat pies | |
| Conjure up the treat pies | |
| Used to be! | |
| TOBIAS and customers sing, overlapping | |
| 1ST MAN: | |
| Over here, boy, how about some ale? | |
| 2ND MAN: | |
| Let me have another, laddie! | |
| 1ST WOMAN: | |
| Tell me, are they flavorsome? | |
| 2ND WOMAN: | |
| They are. | |
| 3RD WOMAN: | |
| Isn' t this delicious? | |
| TOBIAS To 2ND MAN: | |
| Right away. | |
| 4THMAN: | |
| Could we have some service over here, boy? | |
| 4TH WOMAN: | |
| Could we have some service, waiter? | |
| 3RD MAN: | |
| Could we have some service? | |
| 2ND and 3RD WOMAN: | |
| Yes, they are. | |
| 1ST MAN: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| 2ND MAN: | |
| What about that pie, boy? | |
| 1ST WOMAN: | |
| Tell me, are they spicy? | |
| 2ND WOMAN: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| 5TH WOMAN: | |
| How much are you charging? | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Thruppence. | |
| 3RD WOMAN: | |
| Yes, what about the pie, boy? | |
| 4TH WOMAN: | |
| I never tasted anything so ... | |
| 1ST and 5TH woman: | |
| Thruppence? | |
| 5TH MAN: | |
| Thruppence for a meat pie? | |
| 1ST and 2ND man: | |
| Where' s the ale I asked you for, boy? | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| _ Ladies and gentlemen ! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Ringing a bell to attract TOBIAS ' s attention | |
| Toby! | |
| She starts into the garden with a tray of pies To a customer | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Coming! | |
| ' Scuse me . . . | |
| MRS. LOVETT Indicating a beckoning customer: | |
| Ale there! | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Right, mum! | |
| He runs inside, picks up a jug of ale, whisks back out into the garden and starts filling tankards | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Quick, now! | |
| CUSTOMER Licking their fingers: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| MRS. LOVETT A bundle of activity, serving pies, collecting money, giving orders, addressing each of the patrons | |
| individually and with equal insincerity: | |
| Nice to see you, dearie . . | |
| How have you been keeping? ... | |
| Cor, me bones is weary! | |
| Toby! | |
| Indicating a customer | |
| One for the gentleman . . . | |
| Hear the birdies cheeping | |
| Helps to keep it cheery . . . | |
| Spying the BEGGAR WOMAN | |
| Toby! | |
| Throw the old woman out! | |
| customers: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| TOBIAS shoos the BEGGAR WOMAN away, but she soon | |
| comes back, sniffing | |
| MRS. LOVETT To other customers, without breaking rhythm: | |
| What' s your pleasure, dearie? ... | |
| No, we don' t cut slices . . | |
| Cor, me eyes is bleary! . . . | |
| As TOBIAS is about to pour for a plastered customer | |
| Toby! | |
| None for the gentleman! . . . | |
| I could up me prices | |
| I' m a little leery ... | |
| Business | |
| Couldn' t be better, though | |
| CUSTOMER: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Knock on wood. | |
| She does | |
| TODD Leaning out of window: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To a customer: | |
| Excuse me ... | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To TOBIAS: | |
| Dear, see to the customers. | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Moving toward him: | |
| Yes, what, love? | |
| Quick, though, the trade is brisk. | |
| TODD: | |
| But it' s six o' clock! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| So it' s six o' clock. | |
| TODD: | |
| It was due to arrive | |
| At a quarter to five | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| TODD: | |
| And it' s six o' clock! | |
| I' ve been waiting all day! | |
| But it should have been here | |
| By now! | |
| And it' s probably already | |
| Down the block! | |
| It' ll be here, it' ll be here! | |
| Have a beaker of beer | |
| And stop worrying, dear. | |
| Now, now . . . | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Looking back, agitated at being pulled in two directions: Gawd. | |
| To TODD, moving back to the garden | |
| Will you wait there, TODD: | |
| Coolly, You' ll come back | |
| ' Cos my customers truly When it comes? | |
| Are getting unruly. | |
| Circulating again in the garden | |
| And what' s your pleasure, dearie? | |
| Spilling ale | |
| Oops! I beg your pardon! | |
| Just me hands is smeary | |
| Spotting a wouldbe freeloader | |
| Toby! | |
| Run for the gentleman! | |
| TOBIAS catches him, collects the money MRS. LOVETT | |
| turns to another customer | |
| Don' t you love a garden? | |
| Always makes me teary . . | |
| Looking back at the freeloader | |
| Must be one of them foreigners | |
| customers: | |
| God, that' s good that is delicious! | |
| During the following a huge crate appears high on a crane and moves slowly downstage to the tonsorial parlor. TODD sees it | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| What' s my secret? | |
| To a woman | |
| Frankly, dear forgive my candor | |
| Family secret, | |
| All to do with herbs. | |
| Things like being | |
| Careful with your coriander, | |
| That' s what makes the gravy grander ! | |
| CUSTOMER: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT hastens into the shop and loads the tray again | |
| More hot! | |
| More pies! | |
| TODD Out the window: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To a customer in the shop: | |
| Excuse me ... | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To TOBIAS: | |
| Dear, see to the customers. | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Yes, what, love? | |
| Quick, though, the trade is brisk. | |
| TODD: | |
| But it' s here! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| It' s where? | |
| TODD: | |
| Coming up the stair! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Holding up the tray | |
| I' ll get rid of this lot | |
| As they' re still pretty hot | |
| And then I' ll be there! | |
| TODD: | |
| It' s about to be opened | |
| Or don' t you care? | |
| No, I' ll be there! | |
| I will be there! | |
| But they' ll never be sold | |
| If I let ' em get cold | |
| But we have to prepare! | |
| During the allowing, the crate is lowered to the tonsorial parlor | |
| MRS. LOVETT Without pausing for breath, smiling to a customer: | |
| Oh, and | |
| Incidentally, dearie, | |
| You know Mrs. Mooney. | |
| Sales' ve been so dreary | |
| Spots the BEGGAR WOMAN again | |
| Toby! | |
| To the same customer | |
| Poor thing is penniless. | |
| Indicating BEGGAR WOMAN, to TOBIAS | |
| What about that loony? | |
| To the same customer, as TOBIAS shoos the BEGGAR WOMAN away again | |
| Lookin' sort of beery | |
| Oh well, got her comeuppance | |
| Hawklike, to a rising customer | |
| And that' ll be thruppence and | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| Singing with mouths till | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| So she should. | |
| God, that' s good that is de have you | |
| Licious ever tasted smell such | |
| Oh my God what more that' s pies good! | |
| MRS. LOVETT goes up to the tonsorial parlor, entering as TODD opens the crate, revealing an elaborate barber chair | |
| TODD and MRS. LOVETT Swooning with admiration: | |
| Oooohhhh! Oooohhhh! | |
| The empty crate swings away on the crane | |
| TODD: | |
| Is that a chair fit for a king, | |
| A wondrous neat | |
| And most particular chair? | |
| You tell me where | |
| Is there a seat | |
| Can half compare | |
| With this particular thing! | |
| I have a few | |
| Minor adjustments | |
| To make | |
| They' ll take | |
| A moment. | |
| I' ll call you . . | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| It' s perfect! | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| You make your few | |
| Minor adjustments. | |
| You take your time, | |
| I' ll go see to the customers. | |
| TODD Looking at the chair, as MRS. LOVETT goes back to the garden: | |
| I have another friend . . | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| To the customers | |
| Is that a pie fit for a king, | |
| A wondrous sweet | |
| And most delectable thing? | |
| You see, ma' am, why | |
| There is no meat | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| Pie can compete It' s perfect! | |
| With this delectable It' s gorgeous! | |
| Pie. | |
| customers Simultaneously with above: | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| TOBIAS and MRS. LOVETT: | |
| The crust all velvety and wavy, | |
| That glaze, those crimps . . . | |
| And then, the thick, succulent gravy. . | |
| One whiff, one glimpse . . . | |
| customers Simultaneously with above: | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| TODD: | |
| And now to test | |
| This best of barber chairs . . | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| So rich, | |
| So thick | |
| It makes you sick . . . | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| So tender | |
| That you surrender . . | |
| customers Simultaneously with above: | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| TODD: | |
| It' s rime . . | |
| It' s rime . . | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To the customers: | |
| Excuse me . . | |
| TODD From above: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT to TOBIAS: | |
| Dear, see to the customers. | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Moving toward him: | |
| Yes, what, love? | |
| TODD: | |
| Quick, now! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Me heart' s aflutter ! | |
| TODD: | |
| When I pound the floor, | |
| It' s a signal to show | |
| That I' m ready to go, | |
| When I pound the floor! | |
| I just want to be sure. | |
| When I' m certain that you' re | |
| In place | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| When you pound the floor, | |
| Yes, you told me, I know, | |
| You' ll be ready to go | |
| When you pound the floor | |
| Will you trust me? | |
| Will you trust me? | |
| I' ll be waiting below | |
| For the whistle to blow . . | |
| TODD: | |
| I' ll pound three rimes. | |
| He demonstrates on the frame of the window | |
| Three rimes. | |
| He does it again she nods impatiently | |
| And then you | |
| She knocks at the air two times | |
| Three rimes | |
| She knocks heavily and wearily on the wall | |
| If you | |
| She knocks again, rolling her eyes skyward | |
| Exactly. | |
| customers: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Gawd! | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More hot! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Over her shoulder to them: | |
| Right! | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More pies! | |
| TODD Seeing her attention waver: | |
| Psst! | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Wait! | |
| She runs into the bakehouse, which we see for the first time. Upstage are the large baking ovens. Downstage is a | |
| butcher' sblock table, on which stands a bizarre meatgrinding machine. In the wall is the mouth of a chute leading down from | |
| the tonsorial parlor. Upstage is a trap door leading down to an invisible cellar. While music continues under, TODD takes a | |
| stack of books tied together, puts it in the chair, then pounds three times on the floor. MRS. LOVETT responds by knocking | |
| three times on the mouth of the chute. TODD pulls a lever in the arm of the chair. The chair becomes a slide and the books | |
| disappear through a trap. Music. The books reappear from the hole in the bakehouse wall and plop on the floor. The chair | |
| resumes its normal position. MRS. LOVETT knocks three times excitedly on the chute TODD responds by pounding on the floor | |
| three times | |
| CUSTOMER: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT hurries out of the bakehouse | |
| More hot! More pies! | |
| TODD resumes tinkering happily with the chair | |
| More! Hot! Pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT and TOBIAS To the customers: | |
| Eat them slow and | |
| Feel the crust, how thin I she rolled it! | |
| Eat them slow, ' cos | |
| Every one' s a prize! | |
| Eat them slow, ' cos | |
| That' s the lot and now we' ve sold it! | |
| She hangs up a " Sold Out" sign | |
| Come again tomorrow ! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Spotting something along the street: | |
| Hold it | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Bless my eyes ! | |
| For she sees the man with cap, from Act I, approaching the barber sign. He looks up and rings TODD ' s bell three times | |
| Fresh supplies! | |
| TODD leans out, sees the man, beckons him up the man starts up the steps. TODD holds his razor. They both freeze. MRS. | |
| LOVETT takes down the " Sold Out" sign and turns back to the customers | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| How about it, dearie? | |
| Be here in a twinkling! | |
| Just confirms my theory | |
| Toby! | |
| God watches over us. | |
| Didn' t have an inkling . . . | |
| Positively eerie . . . | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Is that a pie | |
| Fit for a king, | |
| A wondrous sweet | |
| And most delectable | |
| Thing? | |
| You see, ma' am, why | |
| There is no meat pie | |
| CUSTOMER Simultaneously with above: | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Spotting the BEGGAR WOMAN again: | |
| Toby! | |
| Throw the old woman out! | |
| As TOBIAS leads the BEGGAR WOMAN off again, Mrs. Lovett runs back to the pieshop | |
| CUSTOMERS Starting with their mouths full, gradually swallowing and singing clearly: | |
| God, that' s good that is de have you | |
| Licious ever tasted smell such | |
| Oh my God what perfect more that' s | |
| Pies such flavor | |
| MRS. LOVETT relaxes in thepieshop with a mug of ale | |
| God, that' s good! |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, | |
| May I have your attention, perlease? | |
| Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well | |
| At that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell? | |
| Yes they are, I can tell. | |
| Well, ladies and gentlemen, | |
| That aroma enriching the breeze | |
| Is like nothing compared to its succulent source, | |
| As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course. | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, | |
| You can' t imagine the rapture in store | |
| Indicating the shop | |
| Just inside of this door! | |
| Beating his usual drum | |
| There you' ll sample | |
| Mrs. Lovett' s meat pies, | |
| Savory and sweet pies, | |
| As you' ll see. | |
| You who eat pies, | |
| Mrs. Lovett' s meat pies | |
| Conjure up the treat pies | |
| Used to be! | |
| TOBIAS and customers sing, overlapping | |
| 1ST MAN: | |
| Over here, boy, how about some ale? | |
| 2ND MAN: | |
| Let me have another, laddie! | |
| 1ST WOMAN: | |
| Tell me, are they flavorsome? | |
| 2ND WOMAN: | |
| They are. | |
| 3RD WOMAN: | |
| Isn' t this delicious? | |
| TOBIAS To 2ND MAN: | |
| Right away. | |
| 4THMAN: | |
| Could we have some service over here, boy? | |
| 4TH WOMAN: | |
| Could we have some service, waiter? | |
| 3RD MAN: | |
| Could we have some service? | |
| 2ND and 3RD WOMAN: | |
| Yes, they are. | |
| 1ST MAN: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| 2ND MAN: | |
| What about that pie, boy? | |
| 1ST WOMAN: | |
| Tell me, are they spicy? | |
| 2ND WOMAN: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| 5TH WOMAN: | |
| How much are you charging? | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Thruppence. | |
| 3RD WOMAN: | |
| Yes, what about the pie, boy? | |
| 4TH WOMAN: | |
| I never tasted anything so ... | |
| 1ST and 5TH woman: | |
| Thruppence? | |
| 5TH MAN: | |
| Thruppence for a meat pie? | |
| 1ST and 2ND man: | |
| Where' s the ale I asked you for, boy? | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| _ Ladies and gentlemen ! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Ringing a bell to attract TOBIAS ' s attention | |
| Toby! | |
| She starts into the garden with a tray of pies To a customer | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Coming! | |
| ' Scuse me . . . | |
| MRS. LOVETT Indicating a beckoning customer: | |
| Ale there! | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Right, mum! | |
| He runs inside, picks up a jug of ale, whisks back out into the garden and starts filling tankards | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Quick, now! | |
| CUSTOMER Licking their fingers: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| MRS. LOVETT A bundle of activity, serving pies, collecting money, giving orders, addressing each of the patrons | |
| individually and with equal insincerity: | |
| Nice to see you, dearie . . | |
| How have you been keeping? ... | |
| Cor, me bones is weary! | |
| Toby! | |
| Indicating a customer | |
| One for the gentleman . . . | |
| Hear the birdies cheeping | |
| Helps to keep it cheery . . . | |
| Spying the BEGGAR WOMAN | |
| Toby! | |
| Throw the old woman out! | |
| customers: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| TOBIAS shoos the BEGGAR WOMAN away, but she soon | |
| comes back, sniffing | |
| MRS. LOVETT To other customers, without breaking rhythm: | |
| What' s your pleasure, dearie? ... | |
| No, we don' t cut slices . . | |
| Cor, me eyes is bleary! . . . | |
| As TOBIAS is about to pour for a plastered customer | |
| Toby! | |
| None for the gentleman! . . . | |
| I could up me prices | |
| I' m a little leery ... | |
| Business | |
| Couldn' t be better, though | |
| CUSTOMER: | |
| God, that' s good! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Knock on wood. | |
| She does | |
| TODD Leaning out of window: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To a customer: | |
| Excuse me ... | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To TOBIAS: | |
| Dear, see to the customers. | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Moving toward him: | |
| Yes, what, love? | |
| Quick, though, the trade is brisk. | |
| TODD: | |
| But it' s six o' clock! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| So it' s six o' clock. | |
| TODD: | |
| It was due to arrive | |
| At a quarter to five | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| TODD: | |
| And it' s six o' clock! | |
| I' ve been waiting all day! | |
| But it should have been here | |
| By now! | |
| And it' s probably already | |
| Down the block! | |
| It' ll be here, it' ll be here! | |
| Have a beaker of beer | |
| And stop worrying, dear. | |
| Now, now . . . | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Looking back, agitated at being pulled in two directions: Gawd. | |
| To TODD, moving back to the garden | |
| Will you wait there, TODD: | |
| Coolly, You' ll come back | |
| ' Cos my customers truly When it comes? | |
| Are getting unruly. | |
| Circulating again in the garden | |
| And what' s your pleasure, dearie? | |
| Spilling ale | |
| Oops! I beg your pardon! | |
| Just me hands is smeary | |
| Spotting a wouldbe freeloader | |
| Toby! | |
| Run for the gentleman! | |
| TOBIAS catches him, collects the money MRS. LOVETT | |
| turns to another customer | |
| Don' t you love a garden? | |
| Always makes me teary . . | |
| Looking back at the freeloader | |
| Must be one of them foreigners | |
| customers: | |
| God, that' s good that is delicious! | |
| During the following a huge crate appears high on a crane and moves slowly downstage to the tonsorial parlor. TODD sees it | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| What' s my secret? | |
| To a woman | |
| Frankly, dear forgive my candor | |
| Family secret, | |
| All to do with herbs. | |
| Things like being | |
| Careful with your coriander, | |
| That' s what makes the gravy grander ! | |
| CUSTOMER: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT hastens into the shop and loads the tray again | |
| More hot! | |
| More pies! | |
| TODD Out the window: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To a customer in the shop: | |
| Excuse me ... | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To TOBIAS: | |
| Dear, see to the customers. | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Yes, what, love? | |
| Quick, though, the trade is brisk. | |
| TODD: | |
| But it' s here! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| It' s where? | |
| TODD: | |
| Coming up the stair! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Holding up the tray | |
| I' ll get rid of this lot | |
| As they' re still pretty hot | |
| And then I' ll be there! | |
| TODD: | |
| It' s about to be opened | |
| Or don' t you care? | |
| No, I' ll be there! | |
| I will be there! | |
| But they' ll never be sold | |
| If I let ' em get cold | |
| But we have to prepare! | |
| During the allowing, the crate is lowered to the tonsorial parlor | |
| MRS. LOVETT Without pausing for breath, smiling to a customer: | |
| Oh, and | |
| Incidentally, dearie, | |
| You know Mrs. Mooney. | |
| Sales' ve been so dreary | |
| Spots the BEGGAR WOMAN again | |
| Toby! | |
| To the same customer | |
| Poor thing is penniless. | |
| Indicating BEGGAR WOMAN, to TOBIAS | |
| What about that loony? | |
| To the same customer, as TOBIAS shoos the BEGGAR WOMAN away again | |
| Lookin' sort of beery | |
| Oh well, got her comeuppance | |
| Hawklike, to a rising customer | |
| And that' ll be thruppence and | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| Singing with mouths till | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| So she should. | |
| God, that' s good that is de have you | |
| Licious ever tasted smell such | |
| Oh my God what more that' s pies good! | |
| MRS. LOVETT goes up to the tonsorial parlor, entering as TODD opens the crate, revealing an elaborate barber chair | |
| TODD and MRS. LOVETT Swooning with admiration: | |
| Oooohhhh! Oooohhhh! | |
| The empty crate swings away on the crane | |
| TODD: | |
| Is that a chair fit for a king, | |
| A wondrous neat | |
| And most particular chair? | |
| You tell me where | |
| Is there a seat | |
| Can half compare | |
| With this particular thing! | |
| I have a few | |
| Minor adjustments | |
| To make | |
| They' ll take | |
| A moment. | |
| I' ll call you . . | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| It' s perfect! | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| You make your few | |
| Minor adjustments. | |
| You take your time, | |
| I' ll go see to the customers. | |
| TODD Looking at the chair, as MRS. LOVETT goes back to the garden: | |
| I have another friend . . | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| To the customers | |
| Is that a pie fit for a king, | |
| A wondrous sweet | |
| And most delectable thing? | |
| You see, ma' am, why | |
| There is no meat | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| It' s gorgeous! | |
| Pie can compete It' s perfect! | |
| With this delectable It' s gorgeous! | |
| Pie. | |
| customers Simultaneously with above: | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| TOBIAS and MRS. LOVETT: | |
| The crust all velvety and wavy, | |
| That glaze, those crimps . . . | |
| And then, the thick, succulent gravy. . | |
| One whiff, one glimpse . . . | |
| customers Simultaneously with above: | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| TODD: | |
| And now to test | |
| This best of barber chairs . . | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| So rich, | |
| So thick | |
| It makes you sick . . . | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| So tender | |
| That you surrender . . | |
| customers Simultaneously with above: | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| TODD: | |
| It' s rime . . | |
| It' s rime . . | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT To the customers: | |
| Excuse me . . | |
| TODD From above: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT to TOBIAS: | |
| Dear, see to the customers. | |
| TODD: | |
| Psst! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Moving toward him: | |
| Yes, what, love? | |
| TODD: | |
| Quick, now! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Me heart' s aflutter ! | |
| TODD: | |
| When I pound the floor, | |
| It' s a signal to show | |
| That I' m ready to go, | |
| When I pound the floor! | |
| I just want to be sure. | |
| When I' m certain that you' re | |
| In place | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| When you pound the floor, | |
| Yes, you told me, I know, | |
| You' ll be ready to go | |
| When you pound the floor | |
| Will you trust me? | |
| Will you trust me? | |
| I' ll be waiting below | |
| For the whistle to blow . . | |
| TODD: | |
| I' ll pound three rimes. | |
| He demonstrates on the frame of the window | |
| Three rimes. | |
| He does it again she nods impatiently | |
| And then you | |
| She knocks at the air two times | |
| Three rimes | |
| She knocks heavily and wearily on the wall | |
| If you | |
| She knocks again, rolling her eyes skyward | |
| Exactly. | |
| customers: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Gawd! | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More hot! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Over her shoulder to them: | |
| Right! | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More pies! | |
| TODD Seeing her attention waver: | |
| Psst! | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Wait! | |
| She runs into the bakehouse, which we see for the first time. Upstage are the large baking ovens. Downstage is a | |
| butcher' sblock table, on which stands a bizarre meatgrinding machine. In the wall is the mouth of a chute leading down from | |
| the tonsorial parlor. Upstage is a trap door leading down to an invisible cellar. While music continues under, TODD takes a | |
| stack of books tied together, puts it in the chair, then pounds three times on the floor. MRS. LOVETT responds by knocking | |
| three times on the mouth of the chute. TODD pulls a lever in the arm of the chair. The chair becomes a slide and the books | |
| disappear through a trap. Music. The books reappear from the hole in the bakehouse wall and plop on the floor. The chair | |
| resumes its normal position. MRS. LOVETT knocks three times excitedly on the chute TODD responds by pounding on the floor | |
| three times | |
| CUSTOMER: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT hurries out of the bakehouse | |
| More hot! More pies! | |
| TODD resumes tinkering happily with the chair | |
| More! Hot! Pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT and TOBIAS To the customers: | |
| Eat them slow and | |
| Feel the crust, how thin I she rolled it! | |
| Eat them slow, ' cos | |
| Every one' s a prize! | |
| Eat them slow, ' cos | |
| That' s the lot and now we' ve sold it! | |
| She hangs up a " Sold Out" sign | |
| Come again tomorrow ! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Spotting something along the street: | |
| Hold it | |
| CUSTOMERS: | |
| More hot pies! | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| Bless my eyes ! | |
| For she sees the man with cap, from Act I, approaching the barber sign. He looks up and rings TODD ' s bell three times | |
| Fresh supplies! | |
| TODD leans out, sees the man, beckons him up the man starts up the steps. TODD holds his razor. They both freeze. MRS. | |
| LOVETT takes down the " Sold Out" sign and turns back to the customers | |
| MRS. LOVETT: | |
| How about it, dearie? | |
| Be here in a twinkling! | |
| Just confirms my theory | |
| Toby! | |
| God watches over us. | |
| Didn' t have an inkling . . . | |
| Positively eerie . . . | |
| TOBIAS: | |
| Is that a pie | |
| Fit for a king, | |
| A wondrous sweet | |
| And most delectable | |
| Thing? | |
| You see, ma' am, why | |
| There is no meat pie | |
| CUSTOMER Simultaneously with above: | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| Yum! | |
| MRS. LOVETT Spotting the BEGGAR WOMAN again: | |
| Toby! | |
| Throw the old woman out! | |
| As TOBIAS leads the BEGGAR WOMAN off again, Mrs. Lovett runs back to the pieshop | |
| CUSTOMERS Starting with their mouths full, gradually swallowing and singing clearly: | |
| God, that' s good that is de have you | |
| Licious ever tasted smell such | |
| Oh my God what perfect more that' s | |
| Pies such flavor | |
| MRS. LOVETT relaxes in thepieshop with a mug of ale | |
| God, that' s good! |