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Alyson 2022-04-23 07:01:20
bloody revenge
There is nothing more frustrating than the loss of happiness.
Lovers, relatives, the fate of being banished.
My soul
has fallen.
Become a puppet of the devil.
Nothing makes me happier than killing.
Nothing excites me more than revenge.
Approach my enemy.
Let me taste the deliciousness of blood....e -
Alden 2022-04-19 09:01:22
Beautiful music conveys the message of "cannibalism"
Before October 2007, Hong Kong "Theatre Space" performed the American Stephen Sondheim's musical "Sunday in the park with George" (Cantonese performance, renamed "Sweet World"), but now I see another of his musical "Sweeney" Todd's film version, Sweeney Todd.
The two musicals were composed and...
Cecilia Colby
Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street quotes
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Mrs. Lovett: So what are we gonna do about the boy?
Sweeney Todd: Send him up!
Mrs. Lovett: No, Mr. T. Surely one's enough for today. Besides, I was thinking of hiring the lad to help me run the shop. Your poor knees aren't what they used to be.
Sweeney Todd: All right.
Mrs. Lovett: Of course, we're gonna have to stock up on the gin. Boy's drinking like a sailor.
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Judge Turpin: I have news for you, my friend. In order to shield her from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.
Beadle: Ah, sir, happy news indeed.
Judge Turpin: Strange, though, when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain reluctance.
Beadle: [sings] Excuse me, my lord. / May I request, my lord, / Permission, my lord, to speak? / Forgive me if I suggest, my lord, / You're looking less than your best, my lord, / There's powder upon your vest, my lord, / And stubble upon your cheek. / And ladies, my lord, are weak.
Judge Turpin: Stubble, you say? Perhaps I am a little overhasty in the morning.
Beadle: [sings] Fret not though, my lord, / I know a place, my lord, / A barber, my lord, of skill. / Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord, / Some eau de cologne to brace my lord / And musk to enhance the chase, my lord, / You'll dazzle the girl until...
Judge Turpin: Until?
Beadle: [sings] She bows to your every will.
