I just knew that little boy was going to save Mrs. Lovett from Mr. Todd. Alas, it was not to be. I would hate to be baked.

Heretoforth, I will not be taking dating advice from those who do not value my limbs. I can understand making a fool of myself, giving my dignity to some ungrateful asshole, but why should I sacrifice my fat feet and hands for a date? i just don’t think it’s right. It’s time I stand up for my extremities, dammit.

I would hate

to be baked.