- Judge Turpin: You see sir a man infatuate with love, her ardent an eager slave. So fetch the pomade and pumice stone, and lend me a more seductive tone, a sprinkling perhaps of French cologne, but first sir I think... a shave.
- Sweeney Todd: The closest I ever gave.
- [last lines]
- Sweeney Todd: To seek revenge may lead to Hell,
- Mrs. Lovett: But everyone does it if seldom as well...
- Sweeney Todd, Mrs. Lovett: As Sweeney... as Sweeney Todd. The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
- Beadle: Mr. Todd. Strange, sir. It seems your face is known to me.
- Mrs. Lovett: Him?
- [laughs]
- Mrs. Lovett: That's a laugh, him being me uncle's cousin and arrived from Birmingham only yesterday.
- Sweeney Todd: And yet already, I have heard Beadle Bamford spoken of with great respect.
- Beadle: Well, sir, I do try for my neighbors. Fleet Street, eh? Above your pie shop, ma'am?
- Mrs. Lovett: That's it, sir.
- Beadle: Then, Mr. Todd, you shall surely be seing me before the week is out.
- Sweeney Todd: You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford, and I guarantee to give you, without a penny's charge, the closest shave you will ever know.