Mrs. Lovett: We could have a life, us two. Maybe not like I dreamed. Maybe not like you remember. But we could get by.
Sweeney Todd: And though I'll think of you, I guess, until the day I die, I think I miss you less and less as every day goes by!
Sweeney Todd: At last! My arm is complete again.
Sweeney Todd: [whispered] "Don't I know you?" she said...
Anthony Hope: Is everything alright, Mister Todd?
Sweeney Todd: I beg your indulgence, Anthony. My mind is far from easy. In these once familiar streets I feel shadows... everywhere...
Anthony Hope: Shadows?
Sweeney Todd: ...Ghosts.
Man in street - greets Todd after competition: Congratulations, Mr. Todd. May I ask you, sir, do you have your own establishment?
Mrs. Lovett: He certainly does. Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlor, above my Meat Pie Emporium in Fleet Street.
Toby: [to man in the audience] Let Pirelli's activate your root, sir.
Sweeney Todd: [to man standing next to him] Keep it off your boots, sir. Eats right through.
Toby: Yes, get Pirelli's. Use a bottle of it. Ladies seem to love it.
Mrs. Lovett: Flies do too.
Beadle: [after the judge has sentenced a boy to death by hangin] Thank you, your honor, just the sentence we wanted.
Judge Turpin: Was he guilty?
Beadle: Well, if not, he'd certainly done something to warrant a hanging.
Judge Turpin: What man has not?
Sweeney Todd: [to Mrs. Lovett while looking at his razor] The Judge! When will we get to him?
Judge Turpin: Pretty women... wearing dresses...
Signor Adolfo Pirelli: Mr.Todd?
Sweeney Todd: Signor Pirelli.
Signor Adolfo Pirelli: [reverting to a Cockney accent] Call me Davy. Davy Collins is the name when it isn't professional.
