My, the mantles is chai silver, ain't I? Silver, yes. These are my friends. See how they glisten. See this one shine. How he smiles in the light. My friend, my faithful friend. Speak to me, friend. Whisper, I'll listen. I know, I know. You've been mocked out of sight all these years. Like me, my friend. Well, I've come home to find you waiting. Home, and we're together. And we'll do wonders, won't we? You there, my friend. I'm your friend, too, Mr. Todd. Come, let me hold you. If you only knew, Mr. Todd. You're warm in my hand, my friend. You've come home. My clever friend. Always had a fondness for you, I did. Rest now, my friend. Never you fear, Mr. Todd. You can move in here, Mr. Todd. Splendors you never have dreamed all your days will be yours. My lucky friend. I'm your friend. Till now your shine was merely silver. Silver's good enough for me, Mr. Todd. Friends, you shall drip rubies. You'll soon drip precious rubies. At last! My right arm is complete again! Lift your razor high, Sweeney. Hear it singing, yes. Secret in the rosy skin of righteousness. His voice was soft, his manner mild. He seldom laughed, but he often smiled. He'd seen how civilized men behaved. He never forgot and he never forgave. Not Sweeney. Not Sweeney Todd. The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.