Dude, Where's My Shop?
"God damn Mr T how many did you have?"
"Just one – er – pint thing –"
"Pint of what love?"
"Pint of gin …. Yum…."
"Right love, let's get you home now shall we?"
"Dude – where's my shop?"
"Right next to mine love, c'mon"
"Dude – where's your shop?"
"Bloody hell love, right next to yours – now stop laughing and oh hell – stop sitting on your arse in the middle of the Strand now love –"
"Better Mrsh Lovett?"
"No pet – lying down really not better."
"Dude – where's my shop?"
"Oh for chrissakes Mr T not again – right next to mine isn't it? Corner of Fetter lane and St Dunstan's – you know – it's the one with the big ol' pole outside."
"You're a big ol' pole Mrs Lovett – yer no fun"
"Put it away dear no-one wants to see it."
"Shouldn't be so un- fun then should you? Oooh….shiny…."
"Not in public love!"
"Dude where's my shop?"
"Fleet Street pet, just up here now –"
"Fleeeeeet Streeeeet – the street that is Fleet!"
"Oh I am so never taking you out in public again."
"Don't you like my singing Mrs Lovett?"
"It's not that love –"
"Waah! Mrs Lovett doesn't like my singing! Bad Mrs Lovett!"
"There there dear, don't cry."
"Yay! You hugged me! I like hugs!"
"You are so schizoid!"
"I'll schiz your oid."
"That's nice dear. C'mon."
"Mrs Lovett?"
"Yes dear?"
"I love you"
"Oh – brother!"
"But – Mrs Lovett?"
"Yes dear?"
"Where's my shop?"