Judge Turpin:You see sir a man infatuate with love, her ardent an eager slave. So fetch the pomade and pumice stone, and lend me a more seductive tone, a sprinkling perhaps of French cologne, but first sir I think... a shave.
Sweeney Todd:The closest I ever gave.
Mrs. Lovett:And who says the week's out yet? It's only Friday.
Sweeney Todd:To seek revenge may lead to Hell,
Mrs. Lovett:But everyone does it if seldom as well...
Sweeney Todd, Mrs. Lovett:As Sweeney... as Sweeney Todd. The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
Beadle:Mr. Todd. Strange, sir. It seems your face is known to me.
Mrs. Lovett:That's a laugh, him being me uncle's cousin and arrived from Birmingham only yesterday.
Sweeney Todd:And yet already, I have heard Beadle Bamford spoken of with great respect.
Beadle:Well, sir, I do try for my neighbors. Fleet Street, eh? Above your pie shop, ma'am?
Mrs. Lovett:That's it, sir.
Beadle:Then, Mr. Todd, you shall surely be seing me before the week is out.
Sweeney Todd:You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford, and I guarantee to give you, without a penny's charge, the closest shave you will ever know.