Oh my! Their mandals is chaste silver, aren't they? Silver, yes. These are my friends. See how they glisten. See this one shine. How he smiles in the light. My friend. My faithful friend. Speak to me, friend. Whisper, I'll listen. I know, I know. You've been locked out of sight all these years. Like me, my friend. Well, I've come home to find you waiting. Home and we're together. And we'll do wonders, won't we? You there, my friend. I'm your friend. Come, let me hold you. If you only knew, Mr. Todd. See, Mr. Todd, you're warm in my hand. My friend. You've come home. My clever friend. Always had a fondness for you, I did. Rest now, my friend. Never you cheer, Mr. Todd. Soon I'll unfold you. You can move in here, Mr. Todd. You'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days. My lucky friend. I'm your friend. To have your shine. Don't they shine beautiful? Was merely silver. Silver's good enough for me, Mr. T. You shall drip rubies. You'll soon drip precious rubies. At last, my arm is complete again. Lift your veins up high, sweetie. Hear it singing, yes. Sing it in the rosy skin of righteousness. His voice was soft, his manner mild. He seldom laughed, but he often smiled. It's seen how civilized men behave. He never forgot and he never forgave. The Sweeney. The Sweeney Todd. The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.