There are just so many, aren't there!! And I've only seen Sunday in the Park with George, so the only ones I can post are from that, and I can still think of hundreds. Anyway a few I loved, hopefully haven't been posted before, my apologies if they have.
NURSE, GEORGE One day is much like any other, Listening to her snap and drone.
NURSE Still, Sunday with someone's dotty mother Is better then Sunday with your own. Mothers may drone, mothers may whine- Tending to his, though, is perfectly fine. It pays for the nurse that is tending to mine On Sunday, My day off.
Mademoiselles... (turns a page) You and me, pal... (turns another page) Second bottle... Ah, she looks for me... Bonnet flapping... Yapping... Ruff!... Chicken... Pastry... Yes, she looks for me - good. Let her look for me to tell me why she left me- As I always knew she would. I had thought she understood. They have never understood, And no reason that they should. But if anybody could...
Mama said, "Honey, Mustn't be blue. It's not so much do what you like As it is that you like what you do:" Mama said, "Darlin', Don't make such a drama, A little less thinking, A little more feeling-" I'm just quoting Mama... The child is so sweet... And the girls are so rapturous... Isn't it lovely how artists can capture us?
And lastly, even though I know it doesn't always rhyme and it's really long, I think anyone who takes the trouble to read it will see just why it makes me cry every time it comes into my head.
(Quoting from Dot's grammar book) "Charles has a book..." "Charles shows them his crayons..." "Marie has the ball of Charles..." "Good for Marie..." "Charles misses his ball..." (looks up) George misses Marie... George misses a lot... George is alone.
George looks around. He sees the park. It is depressing. George looks ahead. George sees the dark. George feels afraid. Where are the people Out strolling on Sunday?
George looks within. George is adrift. George goes by guessing. George looks behind. He had a gift. When did it fade? You wanted people out Strolling on Sunday- Sorry, Marie...
See George remember how George used to be, Stretching his vision in every direction. See George attempting to see a connection When all he can see Is maybe a tree- (humorously) The family tree- Sorry, Marie...
George is afraid. George sees the park. George sees it dying. George too may fade, Leaving no mark, Just passing through. Just like the people Out strolling on Sunday...
George looks around. George is alone. No use denying George is aground. George has outgrown What he can do? George would have liked to see People out strolling on Sunday...
Anything from INTO THE WOODS, but one that hasn't been mentioned yet specifically is The Witch's Rap in the opening song INTO THE WOODS
"TO LOVE ANOTHER PERSON IS TO SEE THE FACE OF GOD"- LES MISERABLES---
"THERE'S A SPECIAL KIND OF PEOPLE KNOWN AS SHOW PEOPLE... WE'RE BORN EVERY NIGHT AT HALF HOUR CALL!"--- CURTAINS
" Please Hello, I come with letters from Her Majesty Victoria Who, learning how you're trading now, sang "Hallelujah, Gloria!" And sent me to convey to you her positive euphoria As well as little gifts from Britain's various emporia."
Pacific Overtures.
...What happened next, was stranger still, a woman breathless and afraid, appeared out of the night, completely dressed in white. She had a secret she would tell, of one who had mistreated her. Her face and frightened gaze, my mind cannot erase...But then she ran from view. She looked so much like you...