Ladies and gentlemen,
May I have your attention, please?
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
Just inside of this door!
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!
Over here, boy, how about some ale?
Let me have another, laddie
Tell me, are they flavorsome?
They are.
Isn't this delicious?
Right away.
Could we have some service over here, boy?
Could we have some service, waiter?
Could we have some service?
Yes, they are.
Coming!
'Scuse me . . .
Ale there!
Right, mum!
Quick, now!
God, that's good!
Nice to see you, dearie . .
How have you been keeping? ...
Cor, me bones is weary!
One for the gentleman . . .
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery . . .
Throw the old woman out!
God, that's good!
What's your pleasure, dearie? ...
No, we don't cut slices . .
Cor, me eyes is bleary! . . .
None for the gentleman! . . .
I could up me prices
I'm a little leery ...
Business
Couldn't be better, though
God, that's good!
Knock on wood.
Excuse me ...
Dear, see to the customers.
Yes, what, love?
Quick, though, the trade is brisk.
But it's six o'clock!
So it's six o'clock.
It was due to arrive
At a quarter to five
And it's six o'clock!
And it's probably already
Down the block!
It'll be here, it'll be here!
I've been waiting all day!
But it should have been here
By now!
Have a beaker of beer
And stop worrying, dear.
Now, now . . .
More hot pies!
Will you wait there,
Coolly, You'll come back
'Cos my customers truly When it comes?
Are getting unruly.
And what's your pleasure, dearie?
Oops! I beg your pardon!
Just me hands is smeary
Run for the gentleman!
Don't you love a garden?
Always makes me teary . .
Must be one of them foreigners
God, that's good that is delicious!
What's my secret?
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
More hot pies!
More hot!
More pies!
Excuse me
Dear, see to the customers.
Yes, what, love?
Quick, though, the trade is brisk.
But it's here!
It's where?
Coming up the stair!
I'll get rid of this lot
As they're still pretty hot
And then I'll be there!
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!
Oh, and
Incidentally, dearie,
You know Mrs. Mooney.
Sales've been so dreary
Poor thing is penniless.
What about that loony?
Lookin' sort of beery
Oh well, got her comeuppance
And that'll be thruppence and
God, that's good
So she should
that is delicious ever tasted smell such
Oh my God what more that's pies good!
Oooohhhh! Oooohhhh!
Is that a chair fit for a king,
A wondrous neat
It's gorgeous!
And most particular chair?
It's gorgeous!
You tell me where
Is there a seat
Can half compare
It's perfect!
With this particular thing!
It's perfect!
I have a few
Minor adjustments
You make your few
Minor adjustments
To make
They'll take
You take your time,
A moment.
I'll go see to the customers.
I'll call you . .
I have another friend . .
Is that a pie fit for a king,
It's gorgeous!
A wondrous sweet
It's gorgeous!
And most delectable thing?
You see, ma'am, why
There is no meat
Pie can compete It's perfect!
With this delectable It's gorgeous!
The crust all velvety and wavy,
That glaze, those crimps . . .
And then, the thick, succulent gravy. .
And now to test
One whiff, one glimpse . . .
This best of barber chairs . .
MRS. LOVETT:
So rich,
So thick
It makes you sick . . .
So tender
That you surrender . .
Excuse me . .
Dear, see to the customers.
Yes, what, love?
Quick, now!
Me heart's aflutter!
When I pound the floor,
When you pound the floor
It's a signal to show
Yes you told me I know
That I'm ready to go,
When I pound the floor!
When you pound the floor
Won't you trust me
I just want to be sure.
Won't you trust me
When I'm certain that you're
In place
I'll be waiting below
For the whistle to blow . .
I'll pound three rimes.
Three rimes.
And then you
Three rimes
If you
Exactly.
More hot pies!
More hot!
Right!
More pies!
More hot pies!
More hot! More pies!
More! Hot! Pies!
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!
Come again tomorrow!
Hold it
More hot pies!
Bless my eyes!
Right this way sir
Fresh supplies!
How about it, dearie?
Be here in a twinkling!
Just confirms my theory
God watches over us.
Didn't have an inkling . . .
Positively eerie . . .
Throw the old woman out!
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
God, that's good!!!

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