Mrs. Lovett: So what are we gonna do about the boy?
Sweeney Todd: Send him up!
Mrs. Lovett: No, Mr. T. Surely one's enough for today. Besides, I was thinking of hiring the lad to help me run the shop. Your poor knees aren't what they used to be.
Sweeney Todd: All right.
Mrs. Lovett: Of course, we're gonna have to stock up on the gin. Boy's drinking like a sailor.