No Place Like London Len Cariou, Victor Garber & Merle Louise

[ANTHONY]
I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the mountains of Peru
But there's no place like London!
I feel home again
I could hear the city bells
RIng whatever I would do
No, there's no place—

[TODD]
No, there's no place like London

[ANTHONY, spoken]
Mr. Todd, sir?

[TODD]
You are young
Life has been kind to you
You will learn

(spoken)
So Anthony, it is here we go our separate ways. Farewell. I shall not soon forget the good ship Bountiful nor the young man who saved my life. 

[BEGGAR WOMAN]
Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning
Oh thank yer, sir, thank yer...
'Ow would you like a little squiff, dear
A little jig jig
A little bounce around the bush?
Wouldn't you like to push me crumpet?
It looks to me, dear
Like you got plenty there to push

Alms! Alms!
For a pitiful woman
Wot's got wanderin' wits—
Hey, don't I know you, mister?

[TODD, spoken]
Must you glare at me, woman? Off with you! Off, I say!

[BEGGAR WOMAN]
Then 'ow would you like to fish me squiff, mister?
We'll go jig jig
A little—

[TODD, spoken]
Off, I said. To the devil with you!

[BEGGAR WOMAN]
Alms! Alms!
For a desperate woman...