Extended Reading
  • Gaylord 2022-03-21 09:01:19

    Quotations

    The crime of London is nowhere to be compared!

    Once the skylark falls into the prison net, he will never sing again.

    It is indeed embarrassing to be a sailor without knowing where he is.

    Japanese geisha, Siamese concubine, Greek prostitutes, Indian prostitutes...

    whether you have a shave or a...

  • Brady 2022-03-16 09:01:02

    Nonsense and gibberish

    I think I’ve never been someone’s food, because the heat is limited and my personality is a bit half-hearted.
    Tim Burton’s movies, I prefer animation to styling interpretations than real-life interpretations, probably because I also want to eat this bowl of rice, but it is also very likely because...

  • Ericka 2021-10-20 19:01:27

    Dark.Blood.Cool. The story is a bit simpler, but the whole dark harmony and the appearance of the opera are amazing. The genius of Tim Burton is always unique.

  • Rosemary 2022-03-19 09:01:03

    The whole movie is a gloomy wind

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street quotes

  • 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.

  • 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.