Mrs Lovett:
It's not much of a chair, but it'll do It was me poor
Albert's chair Sit in it all day long he did, aft er his
Leg give out with gout

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
Don't distress yourself,
What's your rush?
Keep your thoughts
Nice and lush
Wait
Hush, love, hush
Th ink it through
Once it bubbles,
Th en what's to do?
Watch it close
Let it brew
Wait
I've been thinking, fl owers—
Maybe daisies—
To brighten up the room
Don't you think some fl owers,
Pretty daisies,
Might relieve the gloom?
Ah, wait, love, wait

Todd:
And the Judge? When will we get to him?

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
Now goes quickly—
See, now it's past!
Soon will come
Soon will last
Wait
Don't you know,
Silly man,
Half the fun is to
Plan the plan?
All good things come to
Th ose who can
Wait
Gillyfl owers, maybe,
'Stead of daisies…
I don't know, though…
What do you think?