Little Shop of Horrors Page #5

- Just get...

- What's this?

- Oops.

Ha-ha-ha! Sorry.

Goddamn sicko.

Let me ask you something.

Does this thing scare you?

- Yes.

- Would you like if I took this thing...

...and made straight

for your goddamn incisors?

- No.

- It'd hurt, right?

- Mm-hm.

- You'd scream, right?

- Mm-hm.

- Well get your ass in here!

- Say, don't I know you?

- Seymour Krelborn. We met yesterday.

Oh, your mouth's a mess, kid.

That wisdom tooth.

We'll just rip that bugger right out of there.

- What do you say?

- No!

There's always time for dental hygiene, Seymour.

You ever seen the results of a neglected mouth?

Look, Seymour.

- This could happen to you.

- Uh...

- Unless I take immediate action.

- What's that?

- A drill.

- It's rusty.

It's an antique.

They don't make them like this anymore.

Sturdy, heavy...

...dull.

I'm gonna want some gas for this.

Thank God. I thought you wouldn't use any.

Oh, the gas isn't for you, Seymour.

It's for me.

You see, I want to really enjoy this.

In fact, I'm gonna use my special gas mask.

I find a little giggle gas before

I begin increases my pleasure enormously.

Here we go!

Oh, Seymour, I'm flying!

Ha-ha-ha.

The things I'm gonna do to that mouth!

Ha-ha-ha!

Huh? What the hell is that?

A gun? Ha-ha-ha!

The kid's got a goddamn revolver!

Ha-ha-ha!

Oh, Jesus, ha, ha! I'm in trouble now, huh?

Wait until I turn this gas off.

Uh-oh.

Aw, give me a hand, would you? Ha, ha.

No, I guess you wouldn't, would you?

You see, Seymour, I could asphyx...

Asphyx...

What'd I ever do to you?

Nothing. It's what you did to her.

Her who?

Oh, her.

SEYMOUR:

Shh! Go away.

Ooh! Chop it up.

- What?

- Feed me!

Okay, okay.

Oh, brother.

Audrey, what'd they say to you?

Uh, who?

- The police.

- Oh, uh, nothing.

Audrey, talk to me. Tell me what they said.

It's Orin. They say he's disappeared!

- The police, they told you that?

- They suspect foul play.

They do?

His receptionist, this morning

she found the place a shambles.

Gas masks everywhere.

Things all over the floor.

They think...

I can't even think about what they think.

Audrey.

Don't cry, Audrey.

Would it be so terrible

if something had happened to him?

Seymour, what a thing to say!

Well, would it?

It wouldn't be terrible at all.

It'd be a miracle.

Not to mention all the money I'd save

on Epsom salts and ACE bandages.

You see?

But I'd still feel guilty. I mean...

If he met with foul play

or some terrible accident of some kind...

...it'd be partly my fault just because...

...secretly I wished it.

Audrey, don't you waste another minute

thinking about that creep!

There's a lot of guys that'd give anything

to go out with you.

Nice guys.

I don't deserve a nice guy, Seymour.

- That's not true.

- You don't know the half of it!

I've led a terrible life.

I deserved a creep like Orin Scrivello, D.D.S.

You know where I met him?

In the Gutter.

The gutter?

The Gutter. It's a nightspot.

I worked there on my nights off

when we weren't making much money.

I'd put on...

...cheap and tasteless outfits,

not nice ones like this.

Low and nasty apparel.

Audrey, that's all behind you now.

You got nothing to be ashamed of.

You're a very nice person.

I always knew you were.

Underneath the bruises and the handcuffs,

you know what I saw?

A girl I respected.

I still do.

Lift up your head

Wash off your mascara

Here, take my Kleenex

Wipe that lipstick away

Show me your face

Clean as the morning

I know things were bad

But now they're okay

Suddenly Seymour

Is standing beside you

You don't need no makeup

Don't have to pretend

Suddenly Seymour

Is here to provide you

Sweet understanding

- Seymour's your friend

- Nobody ever

Treated me kindly

Daddy left early

Mama was poor

I'd meet a man

And I'd follow him blindly

He'd snap his fingers

Me, I'd say "sure"

Suddenly Seymour

Is standing beside me

He don't give me orders

He don't condescend

Suddenly Seymour

Is here to provide me

Sweet understanding

- Seymour's my friend

- Tell me this feeling

Lasts 'til forever

Tell me the bad times

Are clean washed away

Please understand that

It's still strange and frightenin'

For losers like I've been

It's so hard to say

- Suddenly Seymour

- Suddenly Seymour

- He purified me

- He purified you

- Suddenly Seymour

- Suddenly Seymour

- Showed me I can

- Yes you can

Learn how to be more

- The girl that's inside me

- The girl that's inside you

- With sweet understanding

- With sweet understanding

With sweet understanding

Seymour's your

Man

MUSHNIK:

You love her madly, don't you, schmuck?

Mr. Mushnik, you scared me. I...

I scared him?

After what I've seen, I scared him?

Do you think I didn't know, huh?

Oh, I knew.

I knew you lay down here

on your pathetic little cot...

...and dreamed about her.

But I didn't know the lengths

to which you'd go...

...the depths to which you'd sink!

What depths? What sink?

What are you talking about?

Little red dots all over the linoleum.

Little red spots on the concrete outside.

I'm talking blood, Krelborn.

I'm talking under my own roof.

An axe murderer!

He's got your number now

I saw everything.

TWOEY:

He knows just what you've done

Everything you did to her boyfriend.

TWOEY:

You've got no place to hide

I saw you chopping him.

TWOEY:

You've got nowhere to run

It's true. I chopped him up,

but I didn't kill him!

TWOEY:

He knows your life of crime

Tell it to the police.

I think it's suppertime

Hoo, hoo, whoo

Come on, come on

Think about all those offers

Come on, come on

Your future with Audrey

Come on, come on

Ain't no time to turn squeamish

C-C-C-Come on!

I swear on all my spores

When he's gone the world will be yours

Yours

Yeah, yeah

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

It's suppertime

You know, Krelborn, it kills me doing this.

But considering you're almost like a son

to me, I'm thinking...

...maybe we don't have to go to the police.

- We don't?

- I'm thinking...

...what if I kept my mouth shut

and gave you a one-way ticket out of town?

You'd do that, sir?

You could lay low for a while, say 30, 40 years.

Meanwhile, I would keep the plant.

- The plant?

- Of course...

...you'd have to teach me

how to take care of it while you're away.

Give me your secret gardening tips.

But then, if you'd rather hang...

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

What do I have to do?

SEYMOUR:

Just feed it.

Just feed it what?

It's suppertime

Oh.

- Minerals.

- Yes.

Thursdays, you should give it water.

Oh, yes.

Come on, come on

It's suppertime

- But whatever you do...

- Yes?

It's suppertime

- Whatever you do...

- Yeah?

- What the hell is?

- Sir?

MUSHNIK:

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Aah! Oh, wait! Aah!

Suppertime

Seymour Krelborn!

Finally, we meet! What an occasion!

Let's toast it. Up yours.

- Canap?

- Cigarette?

Let's talk turkey. Sign here.

We'll book you on lecturing tours.

Yes, darling.

We're sending photographers Thursday.

So get the plant ready and wear a clean shirt.

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