Toby:nnLadies and Gentlemen, nMay I have your attention please?nAre your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well with that delicate, lusicous ambrosial smell?nYes they are I can tell.nWell, Ladies and Gentlemen,nThat aroma enriching the breeze,nIs like nothing compared to it's succulent sauce as the gourmets among you will tell you of course,nLadies and Gentlemen,nYou can't imagine the rapture in store,nJust inside of this store.nnThere you'll sample Mrs. Lovett's meat pies,nSavoury and sweet pies as you'll see,nYou who eat pies,nMrs. Lovett's meat pies conjoure up the treat pies used to be.nnMrs. Lovett:nToby!nnToby:nComing.nnMrs. Lovett:nAle there!nnToby:nRight mum.nnMrs. Lovett:nQuick now.nNice to see you deary,nHow have you been keeping?nCor, me bones is weary,nToby, one for the gentleman,nHear the birdies cheaping,nHelps to keep it cheery,nToby, throw the old woman out!nWhat's my secret,nFrankly dear forgive my canter,nFamily secret,nAll to do with herbs,nThings like being careful with your coriander,nThats what makes the gravy grander!nnToby & Mrs. Lovett:nEat them slow and feel the crust how thin she (I) rolled it,nEat them slow 'cos everyone's a prize,nEat them slow 'cos that's the lot and now we've sold it.nCome again tomorrow.nnMrs. Lovett:nnHold it!nBless my eyes,nFresh supplies.nHow about it deary,nBe here in a twinkling,nJust confirms my theorynToby, God watches over us,nDidn't have an inkling,nPositively eeriennToby (simultaineously):nIs that a pie fit for a king,nA wonderous sweet & most delectable.nDid you see, mum, why there is no meat pie.nnMrs. Lovett:nnToby, throw the old woman out!