TODD: Why doesn't the beadle come? "Before the week is out," that's what he said.
MRS. LOVETT: And who says the week's out yet? It's only Tuesday.
Easy now.
Hush, love, hush.
Nice and lush.
Wait.
Hush, love, hush.
Think it through.
Watch it close.
Let it brew.
Wait.
To brighten up the room.
Ah, wait, love, wait.
MRS. LOVETT: Can't you think of nothing else? Always broodin' away on yer wrongs what happened heaven knows how many years ago
Slow, love, slow.
Time's so fast.
Soon will come.
Soon will last.
Wait.
Wait.
'Stead of daisies . ..
I don't know, though . . .
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