TODD:
Mrs. Lovett,
You're a bloody wonder,
Eminently practical and yet
Appropriate as always.
As you've said repeatedly,
There's little point in dwelling on the past.
TODD:
MRS. LOVETT:
Do you mean it?
Everything I did I swear
I thought
Was only for the best,
Believe me!
Can we still be
Married?
TODD:
No, come here, my love ..
Not a thing to fear,
My love . . .
What's dead
Is dead.
(TODD puts his arm around her waist; she starts to relax in her babbling, and they sway to the waltz, her arms around his neck) TODD:
The history of the world, my pet —
MRS. LOVETT:
Oh, Mr. Todd,
Ooh, Mr. Todd,
Leave it to me .. .
TODD:
Is learn forgiveness and try to forget.
MRS. LOVETT:
By the sea, Mr. Todd,
We'll be comfy-cozy,
By the sea, Mr. Todd,
Where there's no one nosy ...
(He waltzes her closer to the oven) TODD:
And life is for the alive, my dear,
So let's keep living it — !
BOTH:
Just keep living it,
Really living it — !
(He flings her into the oven. She screams. He slams the doors behind her. Black smoke belches forth. The music booms like an earthquake. TODD, gasping, sinks to his knees by the oven doors. Then he rises, moves back to the BEGGAR WOMAN and kneels, cradling her head in his arms)
BSoBW2: I punched Sondheim in the face after I saw Wicked and said, "Why couldn't you write like that!?"