Love and hatred

Jazmin 2022-01-25 08:03:35

Loving good and bad `` `` `

kill enemies killed with his wife framed their own judges

manslaughter of his half-mad wife loves the man who kills his wife half to death
to love their people to promote roasted human flesh camp stove


a few Very classic scene

1: Mrs. Lovett drove Todd's wife out of her shop. She knew she was the wife of her loved one.
2: When Todd did not recognize his wife and cut her throat and fell downstairs Mrs. Lovett put to death, she killed

3: Todd knew the truth recognized his wife and his dancing Luoweitefu to him and she said I have a new life as a wife than she was strong and she danced Todd
said Society Forgotten Mrs. Lovett talked to him about the future and said that there was no one else to go to the beach. Todd said that we will live and stay alive forever. Then he pushed Mrs. Lovett into the stove and closed the door of the stove.

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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.