Mrs. Lovett(spoken)
It's not much of a chair but it'll do. Was was me poor Albert's chair. Sat in it all day long he did till half his leg give
out with gout.
Why doesn't the beadle come? Before the week is out. That's what he said.
Mrs. Lovett (spoken)
He said 'before the week is out'. It's only Tuesday.
Wait.
Think it through.
Watch it close.
Let it brew.
Wait.
Love, wait.
Mrs. Lovett (spoken)
Slow, love, slow.
Time's so fast.
Soon will last.
Wait.
Wait.
'Stead of daisies...
I dunno though...
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