Mrs. Lovett: Hold it! / Bless my eyes - / Fresh supplies!
[a customer walks up to Todd's barbershop]
Mrs. Lovett: How's about it, dearie? / Be here in a twinkling!
Toby: [unison] Is that a pie / Fit for a king...
Mrs. Lovett: Just confirms my theory.
Toby: [unison] A wonrdous sweet...
Mrs. Lovett: Toby...! God watches over us.
Toby: [unison] And most delectable thing?
Mrs. Lovett: Didn't have an inkling...
Toby: [unison] You see, ma'am...
Mrs. Lovett: Positively eerie...
Toby: [unison] Why there is no meat pie...
Mrs. Lovett: [startled] Toby! / Throw the old woman out!