What can I do for you sir?

I could kill you multiple ways

Stylish trimming of the hair?

As in ripping out your hair then killing you

Soothing skin massage, sit sir ,sit.

Yes go into your last seat EVER

You see sir a man inflated with love

I don't want to hear this you will just make me want to kill you faster

Her ardent and eager slave.

I doubt my Johanna was eager for being your slave

So fetch the pomade and pumice stone

Stones to clobber your head in with?

And lend me a more seductive tone, a sprinkling perhaps of French cologne but first sir a shave.

You bored me up to the point where you menschen me shaving you

The closest I ever gave (whistles)

True there and he doesn't suspect it!

In a merry mood today Mr. Todd?

Yes I get to slice your throat open and avenge my Lucy

Tis your delight sir catching fire from one man to the next

Total lie right there but whatever gets the job done

Tis true sir, love can still inspire the blood to pound the heart leap higher what more can man require.

Not getting sent to jail, seeing my daughter, also my wife being ALIVE

What more can man require

Living in my own house

Than love sir

A lot still

More than love sir?

Lets see if he gets this right

What's that?

Women

Ah yes women

Yea you mean like Lucy and Johanna

Pretty women

Now what, huh Turpin?

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum (Sweeney whistles along)

Nervous I see don't worry this will be your last song and shave

Now then my friends

This is the best day ever

Now to your purpose, patients, enjoy it revenge can't be taken in haste

Very true nice, slow, and painful

Make haste in this work and you will be commended sir.

Well that's not to nice is it. Well I'm not nice either oh well

And who may it be said is your intensions sir?

I already know this but it will calm you down

My ward, as pretty as a rosebud

Oh well now I know some comparison to my daughter

As pretty as her mother?

Opps that slipped

Huh, what was that?

Oh thank gosh I got some more luck

Nothing sir, nothing may we precede?

Come on I'm dying with anticipation

Pretty women

Which would be Lucy and Mrs. Lovett.

Fascinating...

That would go straight to Mrs. Lovett.

Sipping coffee,

My Lucy loved coffee, one of her favorite things

Dancing... pretty women

Mrs. Lovett does like to dance though. Why am I thinking of her?

Pretty women

Which my Johanna would also categorize under

Are a wonder.

Mrs. Lovett is a plain old Bloody wonder

Pretty women!

I should probably stop repeating my self

Sitting in the window or

Like my poor Lucy when I left

Standing on the stair

Mrs. Lovett outside my shop I guess I don't know where that came from

Something in them cheers the air.

Maybe the aroma or even the smiles

Pretty women

I think this is a point in my song

Silhouetted...

Really Turpin, really?

Stay within you,

Even when they die.

Glancing...

Because you scare them.

stay forever,

At least in your heart

Breathing lightly...

Really I thought you would say screaming in terror. That is also creepy you say about breathing.

Pretty women,

Turpin must be stupid

Pretty women!

I think were both talking about Lucy, or am I talking about Lucy and he is talking about Johanna

Blowing out their candles or

Mrs. Lovett blowing out candles is like a windstorm compared to Lucy

Combing out their hair,

Lucy did good at that, meanwhile Mrs. Lovett has a nest of dead humans in her hair.

Even when they leave

Like Lucy and Johanna

They still are there.

In your heart as I said before

They're there

I know they are even if Lucy is dead I still have Johanna

Ah! Pretty women, at their mirrors,

This was always fascinating for me when it involves my dear Lucy, sometimes Mrs. Lovett not often though

In their gardens,

Really make a women sweat doing labor like that?

Letter-writing,

There neat handwriting compared to the male race

Flower-picking,

That's pretty much the same of gardening

Weather-watching.

Mine and Lucy's favorite activity

How they make a man sing!

I say a man because you are just a foul beast

Proof of heaven as you're living,

I was a lucky man but not anymore anyways

Pretty women! Yes, pretty women!

Yes I almost have him

Here's to pretty women,

He doesn't even notice! He is going to be dead in my clutches soon!

Pretty women,

Yes almost there keep singing

Pretty women,

Come on, Come on!

Pretty women

ANTHONY REALLY DON'T YOU SEE IM TRYING TO KILL TURPIN RIGHT NOW!