Angela Lansbury

Just a thought of it's enough to make you sick.

And I'm telling you the pussycats is quick.

Now denying times is hard sir.

Even harder than the worst pies in London Only loud and nothing more Is that just revolting All greasy and gritty It looks like it's melting And tastes like, well, pity A woman alone With limited wind And the worst pies in London

Times is hard Times is hard

Mrs. Lovett is really a conglomerate of all of that knowledge that I have of English theatre going way, way back.

She is almost a choreographed character.

She is so broad in her scope.

The idea is that she can do anything.

She can slit your throat and you will love her as she's doing it because she does it with such a total childlike joy and amorality that anything goes.

Now, this is everybody's dream of a companion, somebody who will adapt instantly to

to anything you would like to expect from her at that moment.

Now, that's what we all long for.

Sweeney Todd, lucky devil, found the very one.

Now, occasionally she goes off on her own little tangent, such as when she confides to him that her dream in life is really to retire by the seaside.

But if she didn't, and if he didn't provide her with the little house by the sea, she would still do anything in the world that he wanted.

Why?

because she absolutely adores him, and always did.

Now, these are all the things that I know about Mrs. Lovett.

I have to try and sell you on the fact that this is the case about this old bag lady.