ok you guys dont slit my throat for starting this but i think it would be a fun idea
so i want to see if we can go thru the whole Sweeney Todd script on here. songs included. so people will say lines character by character
so if i start by typing "Isnt there a room over the shop? if times is so hard, why dont you rent it out"
then the next person would type "O, up there, o no one will go near it, people think it's haunted" so we would go between people etc with the lines until we finish the movie
for songs we type out whatever character is next, so we do it line by line
you can include actions as well like
Sweeney: Well ive come home *holds razor out turns to right side holding razor far away from body* etc stuff like that
Todd: There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world in habit it and it's morals arent worth what a pig could spit and it goes by the name of London, at the top of the whole sit the priveledged few making mock of the vermin of the lower zoo, turning beauty into filth and greed, i too have sailed the world and seen its wonders, for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru, but there's no place like London.
Todd: there was a barber and his wife and she was beautiful. a foolish barber and his wife. she was his reason and his life. and she was beautiful. and she was virtuous and he was naive.
There was another man who saw that she was beautiful. a pious vulture of the law. who with a gesture of his claw, removed the barber from his plate. then there was nothing but to wait. and she would fall so soft,so young,so lost and oh so beautiful.
(sorry its so long. i thought i should just do all of Sweeney's part)
Todd: oh, that was many years ago. I doubt if anyone would know. I'd like to thank you, Anthony. If you hadn't spotted me, i would be lost on the ocean still
*sweeney starts walking towards fleet street while camera takes you thru different ally ways to get to his barber shot, we see sweeney standing near a dark street corner looking at his barber shop. he walks towards it and opens the door where mrs lovett is making a pie*
*gasp*
A Customer!
Wait! What's yer rush what's yer hurry, you gave me such a...fright, i thought you were a ghost, have a minute? cant ya, sit, sit ye down sit! all i meant was that i havent seen a customer for weeks did you come in for a pie sir? Do forgive me if me head's a little vague, euf, what was that *picsk up bug from counter and stomps on it*, but you think we had the plague, from the way that people...keep avoiding, No you dont *slaps hand on table killing another roach* heaven knows i try, sir, but there's no one comes even to inhale, right you are sir would you like a drop of ale? Mind you i cant hardly blame them *goes back to counter and proceeds to make pie* these are probably the worst pies in london I know why nobody cares to take them, i make them, but good? No. the worst pies in london. even that's polite the worst pies in london. if you doubt it take a bite *see sweeney eat the pie* ...is that just disgusting, you have to concede it, its nothing but crusting, here drink this *pours ale and gives to sweeney* you'll need it, the worst pies in london. and no wonder with the price of meat *slaps dough onto counter, beats melodically with rolling pin* what it is, when you get, never thought i'd live to see the day, men would think it was a treat findin' poor animals, wot are dieing in the street. mrs mooney had a pie shop. does her business but i notice something weird. lately all her neighbors cats have disappeared. have to hand it to her wot i calls, enterprise. Poppin' pussies into pies. wouldnt do in my shop, just the thought of it's enough to make you sick, and im telling you them pussy cats is quick. no denying times is hard sir, even harder than the worst pies in london. only lard and nothing more, is that just revolting all greasy and gritty, it looks like its molten and tastes like....well pity a woman alone, with limited wind and the worst pies in london! ahh sir, times is hard. times is hard!!!
Mrs lovett: A customer! wait whats yer rush? whats yer hurry? you gave me such a fright. i thought you was a ghost. half a minute cant ya sit. sit you down. sit! all i meant is that i haven't seen a customer for weeks. did you come in for a pie sir? do forgive if me head's a little vague. what was that? but you'd think we had the plague. from the way that people keep avoiding. no you dont! heaven knows i try, sir. but theres no one comes in even to inhale. right you are sir would ya like a drop of ale. mind you i can hardly blame them. these are probably the worst pies in london. i know why nobody cares to take them!
I should know!
I make them!
But good? No...
The worst pies in London...
Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!
If you doubt it take a bite!
Is that just disgusting?
You have to concede it!
It's nothing but crusting!
Here drink this, you'll need it.
The worst pies in London
And no wonder with the price of meat
what it is
when you get it
if you get it.
Never thought I'd live to see the day.
Men'd think it was a treat
findin' poor
animals
that are dyin' in the street.
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop.
Does a business, but I notice something weird.
Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her!
What a course,
enterprise!
Poppin' pussies into pies!
Wouldn't do in my shop!
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick!
And I'm telling you them pussycats is quick.
No denying times is hard, sir!
Even harder than the worst pies in London.
Only lard and nothing more-
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting!
And tastes like...well pity.
A woman alone...with limited wind
And the worst pies in London!
Ah, sir
Times is hard.
Times is hard.
omg you and i both said the same thing at the end!! but i was going so slow writing it all! but i just saw yours. i promise. i didnt copy you sorry that it got repeated again.
lol its k. holy shit. wow. u actually seperated the lines. i was too lazy to do that so i typed it as all one paragraph. well then i guess i will say next line just to get things movin along
Lovett: Its going to take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out, come on, come with me, i'll get you a nice tumbler o gin, eh? *todd walks to Lovett's parlor and sees staircase, that doesnt actually go to his barber shop* Isnt this homey now? me cheery wallpaper's a real bargain to being only partly singed when the chapel burned down. *looks at todd* why dont you sit down an warm ye bones?
Lovett: yea...and who's to say they're wrong, you see years ago something happened up there. something not very nice.
*breaks into song...lalalalalala*
there was a barber and his wife, and he was beautiful.
A proper artist with a knife, but they transported him for life
and he was beautiful.....
Barker his name was....benjamin barker
and i guess i will stop there since ST has lines in the middle. xD
He had this wife you see
pretty little thing, silly little nit had her chance for the moon on a string
poor thing
there was this judge you see, wanted her like mad everyday he sent her a flower
but did she come down from her tower
poor fool.
ah but there was worse yet to come poor thing
the beadle calls on her all polite
poor thing, poor thing
He blames himself for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his house tonight,
Poor thing,Poor thing!
Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing,
They're having this ball all in masks!
There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing!
She wanders tormented and drinks, poor thing!
The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing!
'Oh, where is Judge Turpin,' she asks
He was there alright,
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see,
And everyone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft, you see,
So all of them stood there and laughed you see
Poor soul!
Poor thing!
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Anthony: I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the Mountains of Peru, but there's no place like London.
anthony: shadows?
Todd: ghosts
(sorry had to take anthony's line since its only one word....didnt want to wait for someone to respond to one word. xD)
There was another man who saw that she was beautiful. a pious vulture of the law. who with a gesture of his claw, removed the barber from his plate. then there was nothing but to wait. and she would fall so soft,so young,so lost and oh so beautiful.
(sorry its so long. i thought i should just do all of Sweeney's part)
Anthony: and the lady sir, did she succumb?
*gasp*
A Customer!
Wait! What's yer rush what's yer hurry, you gave me such a...fright, i thought you were a ghost, have a minute? cant ya, sit, sit ye down sit! all i meant was that i havent seen a customer for weeks did you come in for a pie sir? Do forgive me if me head's a little vague, euf, what was that *picsk up bug from counter and stomps on it*, but you think we had the plague, from the way that people...keep avoiding, No you dont *slaps hand on table killing another roach* heaven knows i try, sir, but there's no one comes even to inhale, right you are sir would you like a drop of ale? Mind you i cant hardly blame them *goes back to counter and proceeds to make pie* these are probably the worst pies in london I know why nobody cares to take them, i make them, but good? No. the worst pies in london. even that's polite the worst pies in london. if you doubt it take a bite *see sweeney eat the pie* ...is that just disgusting, you have to concede it, its nothing but crusting, here drink this *pours ale and gives to sweeney* you'll need it, the worst pies in london. and no wonder with the price of meat *slaps dough onto counter, beats melodically with rolling pin* what it is, when you get, never thought i'd live to see the day, men would think it was a treat findin' poor animals, wot are dieing in the street. mrs mooney had a pie shop. does her business but i notice something weird. lately all her neighbors cats have disappeared. have to hand it to her wot i calls, enterprise. Poppin' pussies into pies. wouldnt do in my shop, just the thought of it's enough to make you sick, and im telling you them pussy cats is quick. no denying times is hard sir, even harder than the worst pies in london. only lard and nothing more, is that just revolting all greasy and gritty, it looks like its molten and tastes like....well pity a woman alone, with limited wind and the worst pies in london! ahh sir, times is hard. times is hard!!!
I should know!
I make them!
But good? No...
The worst pies in London...
Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!
If you doubt it take a bite!
Is that just disgusting?
You have to concede it!
It's nothing but crusting!
Here drink this, you'll need it.
The worst pies in London
And no wonder with the price of meat
what it is
when you get it
if you get it.
Never thought I'd live to see the day.
Men'd think it was a treat
findin' poor
animals
that are dyin' in the street.
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop.
Does a business, but I notice something weird.
Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her!
What a course,
enterprise!
Poppin' pussies into pies!
Wouldn't do in my shop!
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick!
And I'm telling you them pussycats is quick.
No denying times is hard, sir!
Even harder than the worst pies in London.
Only lard and nothing more-
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting!
And tastes like...well pity.
A woman alone...with limited wind
And the worst pies in London!
Ah, sir
Times is hard.
Times is hard.
whew! that was long!
Lovett: Its going to take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out, come on, come with me, i'll get you a nice tumbler o gin, eh? *todd walks to Lovett's parlor and sees staircase, that doesnt actually go to his barber shop* Isnt this homey now? me cheery wallpaper's a real bargain to being only partly singed when the chapel burned down. *looks at todd* why dont you sit down an warm ye bones?
lol yay one word!
Lovett: yea...and who's to say they're wrong, you see years ago something happened up there. something not very nice.
*breaks into song...lalalalalala*
there was a barber and his wife, and he was beautiful.
A proper artist with a knife, but they transported him for life
and he was beautiful.....
Barker his name was....benjamin barker
and i guess i will stop there since ST has lines in the middle. xD
He had this wife you see
pretty little thing, silly little nit had her chance for the moon on a string
poor thing
there was this judge you see, wanted her like mad everyday he sent her a flower
but did she come down from her tower
poor fool.
ah but there was worse yet to come poor thing
the beadle calls on her all polite
poor thing, poor thing
He blames himself for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his house tonight,
Poor thing,Poor thing!
Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing,
They're having this ball all in masks!
There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing!
She wanders tormented and drinks, poor thing!
The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing!
'Oh, where is Judge Turpin,' she asks
He was there alright,
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see,
And everyone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft, you see,
So all of them stood there and laughed you see
Poor soul!
Poor thing!