Now we all deserve to die Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us, death will be a relief We all deserve to die And I'll never see Joanna No, I'll never hold my girl to me Finished! Alright! You, sir, how about a shave? Come and visit your good friend, Sweeney You, sir, too, sir, welcome to the grave I will have vengeance, I will have salvation Who, sir? You, sir? No one's in the chair, come on, come on Sweeney's waiting I want you bleeders You, sir? Anybody? Gentlemen, now don't be shy Not one man, no, nor ten men Nor a hundred can assuage me I will have you! And I will get him back even as he gloats In the meantime, I'll practice on all dishonorable throats And my Lucy lies in ashes And I'll never see my girl again But the work waits I'm alive at last And I'm full of joy

I'm just gonna throw this out here tell me if I'm right or wrong but I have a feeling you are a true thespian. Am I on the right track here? A true thespian because that's the vibe I'm getting from all these things you know and only a true thespian can recognize another true thespian. I'm just saying.