[Heavy organ music]
[Back-up singers hum to music]
[Read with an authoritative voice]
[Upbeat Little Shop of Horrors theme song]
[Upbeat theme song continues]
MUSHNIK: Seymour, what's going on down there?
Very little, Mr. Mushnik!
RADIO ANNOUNCER: ... till the weekend.
And at his press conference today, President Kennedy fielded questions...
concerning last Thursday's total eclipse of the sun...
an unprecedented astrological phenomenon which has baffled the nation.
[Blues instrumental music]
MUSHNIK: So, she finally decides to come to work!
Good morning, Mr. Mushnik.
What morning? It's almost closing time. Not that we had a customer.
[Crashing]
Seymour, what in the name of God is going on down there?
Audrey, would you go down and see what he's...
Where did you get that shiner?
Shiner?
Audrey, that greasy boyfriend of yours is beating up on you again?
I know it's none of my business...
but I'm beginning to think he's maybe not such a nice boy.
SEYMOUR: I got these pots unloaded for you, Mr...
MUSHNIK: Seymour, look what you've done to the inventory!
Don't yell at Seymour.
You look radiant today.
Is that new eye makeup?
I'll help him clean it up before any of the customers get here.
That should give you plenty of time.
Oh, God, what an existence I got! Misfit employees, bums on the sidewalk...
business is lousy. My life is a living hell!
Hey, you. Urchins!
[Shoos]
Move! Move! Go away!
MUSHNIK: No loitering!
I wasn't loitering. Were you, Crystal?
Not me, Ronette. Were you, Chiffon?
You ought to be in school!
We're on a split shift.
We went to school until fifth grade, then we split.
How do you intend to better yourselves?
Better ourselves? You heard what he said? Better ourselves?
Mister, when you're from Skid Row, ain't no such thing.
[Lntroductory solo about downtown life]
Sing it, child.
[Song about downtown life becomes energetic]
[Song about downtown life continues]
[Song about downtown life reaches climax]
[Clock ticks]
6:00 and we haven't sold so much as a fern!
That's it! Forget it. Don't bother coming in tomorrow.
AUDREY: You don't mean... SEYMOUR: You can't...
- I mean, I'm through. Kaput. - You can't.
Kaput. Extinct. I'm closing this God-and-customer-forsaken place.
Mr. Mushnik, forgive me for saying so, but has it ever occurred to you...
that maybe what the firm needs is to move in a new direction?
What Seymour's trying to say is...
Seymour, why don't you run downstairs and bring up...
that strange and interesting new plant you've been working on?
Some of those exotic plants Seymour's been tinkering around with...
are really unusual.
We thought maybe some of those strange and interesting new plants...
prominently displayed and advertised, would attract business.
I'm afraid it isn't feeling very well today.
There. Now, isn't that bizarre?
At least.
MUSHNIK: What kind of a weirdo plant is that?
I don't know. I think it's some kind of flytrap...
but I haven't been able to identify it in any of my books.
I gave it my own name though. I call it an Audrey II.
After me?
I hope you don't mind.
Sir, if you were to put a strange and interesting plant like this...
here in the window, then maybe...
Maybe what? Maybe what?
Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound?
Just because you put a strange plant in the window people don't suddenly...
Excuse me. I couldn't help noticing that strange and interesting plant.
CUSTOMER: What is it? AUDREY: It's an Audrey II.
I've never seen anything like it before.
No one has.
Where did you get it?
Remember that total eclipse of the sun about a week ago?
[Upbeat musical accompaniment]
[Seymour sings about when he found the exotic plant]
Well, that's an unusual story, and a fascinating plant.
Oh, while I'm here, I might as well take $50 worth of roses.
$50!
Can you break $100?
$100?
No.
Then I'll just have to take twice as many.
Twice as many?
Twice as many!
That plant in the window, it's simply amazing!
That plant in the window, wherever did you get it?
- There it is, Marge. - Oh, my gosh, it's peculiar.
[Energetic instrumental music]
MUSHNIK: Thank you very much, sir!
Thank you!
Thank you! Come again!
Come and look at the weirdo plant some more!
It's just going to get bigger and more interesting.
Just don't stand there! Quick, quick!
Put the plant back in the... What did you call it?
Audrey II.
Put that Audrey II back in the window where passersby can see it.
I never thought this could happen!
I'm taking us all out to dinner tonight!
I'd love to, Mr. Mushnik, but I have a date.
With that same "nogoodnik"?
You don't need a date with him. You need major medical.
He's a rebel, Mr. Mushnik, but he makes good money.
Besides...
he's the only fella I got.
Enjoy dinner. Good night, Seymour.
SEYMOUR: Good night, Audrey.
MUSHNIK: Poor girl.
Are we still going out?
You're not going anywhere!
You're staying right here and taking care of that sick plant!
I told you it's been giving me trouble. Audrey II is not a healthy girl.
Between us, neither is Audrey I.
If I only knew what breed it was.
Who cares what breed it is? Look what it's done for business.
Work. Nurse this plant back to health. I'm counting on you.
- I know. - You do?
- I do. - So fix. Good night.
[Back-up singers sing softly]
Twoey, I don't know what else I can do for you.
Are you sickly, little plant, or are you just plain stubborn?
What is it you want?
What is it you need?
[Seymour sings song encouraging the plant to grow]
Damn roses! Damn thorns!
[Plant makes sucking noises]
[Seymour continues song encouraging the plant to grow]
[Moans and groans]
[Triumphant instrumental crescendo]
[Radio jingle] W- S-K-l-D
Skid Row radio
TOM: You're listening to radio station WSKID, home of the hits.
In just a few minutes we'll bring you Wink Wilkinson's Weird World...
the show where wonderful people bring in their weird things.
But first, the weather.
WEATHERMAN: Thanks. The weather'll be partly cloudy with a chance of rain. Sorry.
The high temperature will be in the low 50s tonight...
so get out those electric blankets.
Tomorrow we'll start off with morning haze...
- Excuse me. I was told to come... - You're next.
High tomorrow should be in the low 70s with the low in the high 60s.
In the suburbs, the sun should be out through most of the day...
except for some cloudy patches in the evening...
but I don't think it'll affect your barbecue.
The barometer reading should be 21.6.
The wind will be about...
I'd say 12 miles per hour...
so watch it out there on those boats.
The sun will be rising tomorrow at about 7:17 a. M...
and it should be setting around 6:29 p.m., but check me if I'm wrong.
The cold front is moving in from the southwest.
It should brighten up by noon.
The weekend should be mild. For you average-mean-temperature fans...
the average mean temperature for the season is 69 degrees, not too bad.
Thank you, and back to you.
TOM: You're listening to radio station WSKID.
WINK: Now, Wink Wilkinson's Weird World, with your host, Wink Wilkinson.
Hi! It's Weird Wink Wilkinson, laughin' and scratchin' at ya.
How's everyone today?
I got a bit of a stiff neck. Let me just fix this up.
That feels a lot better!
WINK: I got a great show for you today with some wonderful weird stuff!
WINK: What are you doing here?
Please, lady, put your clothes on! You can't do this to me!
What if your husband were to walk in?
I'm here, Wink. I love your show...
but I've got to kill you both with this machine gun.
[Rat-tat-tat of machine gun]
You got me!
I feel so very weird!
Our first guest is a young man...
you probably read about in the newspapers, by the name of...
Seymour Krelborn. Is that correct?
Who has discovered a new breed of plant unknown on this planet.
Let me play you down to your seat, Seymour.
Hello, Seymour!
Hello, Wink.
I wish you folks at home could see this.
Seymour, where did you get such a weird plant?
Well, you remember that total eclipse of the sun about a week ago?
WINK: Thus we conclude our interview with the young botanical...
Mind if I call you a genius?
SEYMOUR: Gosh, no!
WINK: The genius who's discovered this amazing, unidentified plant.
SEYMOUR: I'd like to remind listeners that Audrey II is on display...
exclusively at Mushnik's Skid Row Florists.
AUDREY: Did I miss it? SEYMOUR: Mushnik's.
WINK: Until next week...
MUSHNIK: The address! WINK: ... Wilkinson saying...
MUSHNIK: Address! SEYMOUR: ... six days a week...
I said, mention the address!
Oh, well. It's still good advertising.
Seymour's first radio broadcast.
AUDREY: I wanted to hear it so bad. I tried to be on time, but...
Don't tell me. You got tied up.
No, just handcuffed a little.
CRYSTAL: Girl. Hey, girl.
The mess you hang out with is hazardous to your health.
That's for sure. But I can't leave him.
- Why not? - He'd get angry.
If he does this when he likes me, imagine what he'd do if he ever got mad.
So, dump the chump. Get a guy who'll protect you.
How about the little jerk with the glasses?
- Seymour? - That's him.
Oh, we're just friends.
I don't even deserve a sweet, considerate...
suddenly successful guy like Seymour.
That poor child suffers from low self-image.
- You got a point. - She got a problem.
[Sings romantic song about a better life with Seymour]
[Song continues about a better life with Seymour]
[Uptempo song about Seymour having fun now]
[Uptempo song continues about Seymour having fun now]
[Excited chattering]
Yes, Mrs. Shiva.
No, Mrs. Shiva. Right away, Mrs. Shiva.
Did you send Mrs. Shiva's order?
Mrs. Shiva? I forgot!
You forgot?
You forgot!
Do you hear this, God? He forgot!
Are you listening, customers? He forgot!
Quick! We've got to do an emergency arrangement.
Birthday? Wedding? Baby?
- Funeral. - Hand me the lilies.
Mr. Mushnik's real mad at me. I keep forgetting things.
Scissors. You got a lot on your mind.
What mind? The Shivas are our most important funereal account.
A huge family, dropping off like flies!
Sometimes I think Mr. Mushnik's too hard on you. Glue.
That's okay.
- I owe him everything. - Glitter.
He took me out of the Skid Row Home for Boys...
gave me a warm place to stay, floors to sweep, toilets to clean...
and every other Sunday off.
You know, I think you ought to raise your expectations.
Now that you're getting successful, I mean.
It's clear you suffer from a low self-image.
It's high time you get it fixed.
Why don't you go out and do something nice for yourself like...
buy some new clothes?
I'm a very bad shopper, Audrey.
I don't have good taste like you.
I could help you pick things out.
You could?
Sure.
You'd go shopping with me?
Sure.
You'd be seen with me in a public place like a department store?
Sure.
Tonight?
I can't tonight. I got a date.
Again, this date?
Some date.
A date gives you a corsage, not a multiple fracture.
He's not a good, clean kind of boy.
He's a professional.
What professional drives a motorcycle and wears a black leather jacket?
[Rock song about being a dentist]
[Tires screech]
[Patient yelps and moans]
Oh, that hurts! Wait, I'm not numb.
[Dentist rock song continues]
[Distant laughter]
[Motorbike engine revs]
Excuse me, sir, you can't go in there right now.
Relax. You want some nitrous oxide?
Suit yourself.
We're closed.
It's all right, Seymour. This is my date, my boyfriend.
Seymour, Orin Scrivello.
D.D.S.
I know you. I saw you on the news.
I even know your name. Let's see. It's Cecil. No, no.
ORIN: It's Cedric. SEYMOUR: No.
Give me a chance.
It's...
Simon?
Seymour!
Somebody talking to you?
No. Excuse me.
Excuse me, what?
Excuse me, Doctor.
That's better.
I know! You're the plant guy, right?
That means it must be in there.
That is incredible!
ORIN: What do you call that thing? SEYMOUR: Audrey II.
Cute name. It's catchy.
Nice plant. Big.
Shouldn't we be leaving now?
You're quite the little chatterbox tonight, ain't ya?
- I'm sorry. - Sorry, what?
Sorry, Doctor. Doctor. Sorry, Doctor.
You've got to train them, stud.
Here's my card. You need a root canal or anything like that, give me a buzz.
I'm serious. It's on the house.
You got the handcuffs?
They're right in my bag.
[Laughs hysterically]
[Melancholy instrumental music]
You ought to see the way he treats her, Twoey.
She deserves a prince, not a sadistic creep like him.
The man's a total disgrace to the dental profession.
I don't know what's going on sometimes.
Seems like the whole world's going crazy.
At least we got each other, right?
I'm gonna turn in, Twoey. I'll see you in the morning.
[Loud thud]
SEYMOUR: Oh, boy. Here we go again.
Come on, I haven't got much left.
Give me a few days to heal. We'll start again on the left hand and...
TWOEY: Feed me.
I beg your pardon?
Feed me.
Twoey, you talked! You opened your trap and you said...
Feed me, Krelborn! Feed me now!
I can't!
I'm starving!
Maybe I can squeeze a little more out of this one.
More! More! More!
SEYMOUR: There isn't any more!
What do you want me to do? Slit my wrists?
Oh, boy! Look, I've got an idea.
I'll pick you up some nice chopped sirloin.
Must be blood.
That's disgusting.
Must be fresh.
I don't want to hear this.
Feed me!
Does it have to be human?
Feed me!
Does it have to be mine?
Feed me!
Where am I supposed to get it?
[Twoey sings upbeat song about wanting to be fed]
You eat blood, Audrey II. Let's face it.
How am I supposed to keep feeding you? Kill people?
I'll make it worth your while.
What?
You think this is all coincidence, baby?
The sudden success around here? The press coverage?
Look, you're a plant. An inanimate object.
Does this look inanimate to you, punk?
If I can talk and I can move, who's to say I can't do anything I want?
- Like what? - Like deliver, pal.
Like, see you get everything your sacred, greasy heart desires.
[Rock song about wanting to be fed continues]
[Seymour and Twoey continue song as a duet]
[Twoey laughs]
Wait a minute! That's not a very nice thing to say.
But it's true, isn't it?
I don't know anyone who deserves to get chopped up and fed to a hungry plant!
Sure you do.
[Motorbike engine purrs]
[Tires screech]
Stupid woman! Christ, what a frigging scatterbrain!
I'm sorry, Doctor!
Falls off the motorcycle!
AUDREY: I'm clumsy, Doctor!
ORIN: Messes my hair!
Get the door open, you little slut!
I'm trying, Doctor! I'm trying!
Get the Vitalis. Quick, the Vitalis!
I'm out of it!
ORIN: What?
[Rock duet continues]
[Screaming, drill whirring]
Are they finished? My turn?
Sit!
[Patient whimpers in pain]
What did he do? Tell me everything!
[Groans indistinctly]
They have to do that to remove the jaw.
Consider yourself very, very lucky.
- Next! - It's me, Arthur Denton! I'm next!
Nurse!
Does that have an appointment?
Ask it. I'm off duty.
I've been saving all month for this. I think I need a root canal.
I'm sure I need a long, slow root canal.
ORIN: Let's go.
DENTON: I've a history of dental problems. ORIN: Shut up!
Yes, Doctor.
I went to a terrible dentist Wednesday, recommended to me...
by somebody I saw Monday...
who is the brother of a man I usually see Sundays.
Their mother taught them everything they know.
She's gifted, but elderly. People think she shouldn't be working.
I go to her because I'm just incredibly devoted to her strength.
She can't really see who you are, but she knows the sound of your voice.
If you tell her where it is, the problem, she eventually finds it and she does it.
I wish I had that stamina. I can only go so long.
That's how I want to be. I don't ever want to have to be just...
Comfy?
Yes, Doctor.
DENTON: I remember the first time at a dentist's.
I thought, "What a neat job! If only I were a dentist. "
The dentist I went to had the greatest car.
He had a Corvette. Everybody calls him "Doctor," and he's not really a doctor.
Oh, my God!
I got out of there okay, but after it was all finished...
they gave me a candy bar. I thought, "I get a candy bar?"
You go through that and get chocolate.
You work with incredible professionals, using incredibly wonderful equipment...
ORIN: Let's look at that mouth.
ORIN: Say, "Aah!"
[Denton yells "Aah!"]
[Denton yells in ecstatic pain]
DENTON: Yeah, great!
You are something special.
You are something special! Come on! Come on!
DENTON: Thank you!
It's your professionalism that I respect.
Don't stop, Doc! Don't stop! Come on! More!
What do you want? Say, "Please!"
DENTON: I'm going to get a candy bar!
[Drill whirring and Denton yelling in ecstatic pain]
Yes! Yes!
Get out!
What's wrong?
Get out of here!
What's the matter?
Go on! Get out of here!
ORIN: This way.
DENTON: I'm gonna tell each and every one of my friends about you...
What's this?
Sorry.
Goddamn sicko!
Let me ask you something. Does this scare you?
Yes.
Would you like if I took this and made straight for your goddamn incisors?
Lt'd hurt, right?
You'd scream!
Get your ass in there!
- Don't I know you? - Seymour Krelborn. We met yesterday.
Your mouth's a mess, kid.
That wisdom tooth. We'll rip that bugger right out of there.
ORIN: What do you say? There's always time for dental hygiene.
You ever seen the results of a neglected mouth?
Look, Seymour.
ORIN: This could happen to you.
Unless I take immediate action!
SEYMOUR: What's that?
A drill.
It's rusty!
ORIN: It's an antique.
They don't make them like this anymore.
Sturdy...
heavy...
dull.
I'm going to want some gas for this.
Thank God. I thought you wouldn't use any.
The gas isn't for you, Seymour. It's for me.
You see, I want to really enjoy this.
In fact, I'm going to use my special gas mask!
ORIN: I find a little giggle gas before I begin increases my pleasure enormously.
ORIN: Here we go!
[Orin giggles]
ORIN: Oh, Seymour, I'm flying!
ORIN: The things I'm going to do to that mouth!
[Laughs hysterically]
ORIN: What the hell is that?
ORIN: A gun?
The kid's got a goddamn revolver!
I'm in trouble now, huh?
Wait till I turn this gas off.
[Gas hisses]
[Orin exclaims in dismay]
Give me a hand, would you?
No, I guess you wouldn't, would you?
I could asphyx...
[Orin laughs and chokes]
What'd I ever do to you?
Nothing. It's what you did to her.
Her who?
Oh, her.
[Dejected instrumental climax]
[Mischievous electronic keyboard music]
SEYMOUR: Go away.
Chop it up.
SEYMOUR: What?
Feed me!
SEYMOUR: Okay, okay.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Sinister instrumental music]
[Upbeat rock music]
[Twoey laughs hysterically]
[Lndistinct police radio chatter]
Audrey, what'd they say to you?
Who?
The police.
Oh, nothing.
Talk to me. Tell me what they said.
AUDREY: It's Orin. They say he's disappeared!
The police 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.
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.
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.
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.
SEYMOUR: That's not true. AUDREY: You don't know the half of it!
I've led a terrible life.
AUDREY: 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.
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.
[Romantic duet about their friendship]
[Twoey chuckles]
MUSHNIK: You love her madly, don't you, schmuck?
Mr. Mushnik, you scared me.
I scared him? After what I've seen, I scared him?
Do you think I didn't know, huh? Oh, I knew.
MUSHNIK: 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!
[Twoey sings sinister song about getting caught for murder]
I saw everything.
Everything you did to her boyfriend.
I saw you chopping him.
It's true. I chopped him up, but I didn't kill him!
Tell it to the police.
[Upbeat song about Twoey'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...
What do I have to do?
SEYMOUR: Just feed it.
Feed it what?
Minerals.
SEYMOUR: Thursdays, you should give it water.
But whatever you do...
Yes?
Whatever you do...
Yeah?
What the hell is...
MUSHNIK: Wait! Wait!
Seymour Krelborn!
Finally, we meet! What an occasion! Let's toast it. Up yours.
NBC EXEC 2: Canapé? NBC EXEC 3: Cigarette?
NBC EXEC 1: Let's talk turkey. Sign. We'll book you on lecturing tours.
Yes, darling. We're sending photographers Thursday.
So get the plant ready and wear a clean shirt.
- Just sign this release. - Need a pen?
Aren't you thrilled? It's the cover of Life magazine!
- Dessert? - Son, it's a cinch to get ratings.
- The title is Marvin's. - The concept is mine.
The first weekly gardening show on a network!
- And you're gonna host it, you lucky kid. - Sign!
[Upbeat song about the meek inheriting]
Oh, my God!
And here he is himself, Mr. Seymour Krelborn!
TV PRESENTER: There are many questions...
the people in our television audience have for you.
Come and tell our viewers at home and elsewhere...
about this particularly amazing agricultural phenomenon...
that's made you one of the most talked about plant scientists in the country...
[Loud thud]
TV PRESENTER: Cut!
What happened to the goddamned greenery?
SEYMOUR: It needs to be fed. TV PRESENTER: Feed it.
I can't feed it. Not now.
Then I'll feed it. Where's the plant food?
It doesn't eat plant food. And I can't feed it now.
Why don't you leave me alone?
All of you.
Just go away.
Leave me alone. Get out of here.
Go away. Leave me alone!
[Reporters asking a barrage of questions]
SEYMOUR: Everybody go away! Leave me alone!
You're hysterical.
I know. I'm sorry.
[Reporters shouting questions]
What am I gonna do?
I never should've started, but I did. Now, if I don't feed it, it'll die.
I'll lose her, I'll lose everything.
AUDREY: Who are you talking to?
SEYMOUR: Nobody.
You're acting funny.
It wasn't nice throwing those people out.
Those men said Seymour Krelborn's Gardening Tips...
is sure to be a very big TV show.
I know. I'm sorry. I feel terrible.
Well, you shouldn't.
They're coming back tomorrow and they'll bring you a great big check.
I wish you were enjoying your success.
They said they're coming back with money?
AUDREY: Tomorrow.
Then we could afford to get out of here.
AUDREY: What do you mean?
That's it. After tomorrow we could leave here together.
Together?
If you'll have me.
Audrey, will you have me?
What do you mean?
Marry me, Audrey.
Seymour, this is so sudden.
Will you?
Sure.
Then that's it! We'll go get married right now.
Tomorrow I'll be on TV, get the money and then we'll live happily ever after.
Oh, Audrey, I'll give you a wonderful life with no plants, I promise.
- No plants at all. - You're talking peculiar again.
Starting tonight, we'll go to City Hall, get married...
and spend the night somewhere safe. Some nice hotel.
I've got to get ready!
Hurry. Hurry.
[Romantic instrumental music]
Feed me.
Under no circumstances.
Feed me.
I will not, so stop asking.
Feed me!
No! No more!
I can't take living with the guilt.
Tough titty.
Watch your language.
Cut the crap. Bring on the meat.
Okay.
I'll bring you meat. I'll run to the corner, get some ground round.
- How about that? - Don't do me no favors!
It's my last offer. Yes or no?
You sure do drive a hard bargain.
Done. Fine. Great.
Don't think you're getting dessert.
[Twoey chuckles]
[Twoey strains]
[Sigh of satisfaction]
[Mischievous electronic keyboard music]
[Phone rings]
AUDREY: Hello. TWOEY: [Sings] Hey, little lady, hello
- Who is this? - You're looking cute as can be
- Is this someone I know? - You're looking mighty sweet
Seymour!
TWOEY: No, it ain't Seymour. It's me!
AUDREY: Oh, my God!
[Twoey laughs]
[Rhythmic background music]
I don't believe it.
Believe it, baby. It talks.
Am I dreaming this?
No, and you ain't in Kansas, neither.
Something is very wrong here.
I need me some water in the worst way.
Look at my branches.
I'm drying up. I'm a goner, honey!
[Upbeat song about Twoey's suppertime]
I don't know if I should.
Do you talk to Seymour like this?
Your leaves are dry.
I'll get the can.
Here we go.
[Twoey chuckles]
Oh, relax, doll. It'll be easy.
[Evil chuckling]
SEYMOUR: Get off of her! Get off!
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Audrey screams]
[Twoey cries uncontrollably]
- Are you okay? - Yes.
Audrey.
Yes. I'm okay.
I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to hurt anybody.
It's just that somehow it makes things happen. Terrible things.
I should've stopped when I found out what it lived on.
But it was so cute and harmless...
and we started doing business and making money, and you liked me...
Do you really think I liked you because of that?
I liked you from the day I came to work here.
You mean, you'd still like me even if I wasn't famous?
I'd still love you, Seymour.
Really?
All I ever wanted was you...
and a sweet little house.
You're the most wonderful person that ever lived.
We're gonna get that little house and everything will be okay, you'll see.
[Romantic duet about their friendship]
Excuse me, pardon me, beg your pardon.
If you two kids would stop singing for a moment...
I've got something I want to discuss with you.
Which one of you is Seymour Krelborn?
I am.
It's a pleasure.
Boy, has your phone been busy! I've been trying to reach you for weeks.
Patrick Martin, Licensing and Marketing, World Botanical Enterprises.
Son, kid, boy, are we gonna make a fortune together!
- He's not interested. - He will be.
MARTIN: Me and the guys at the office have been following this plant of yours.
We've come up with one incredible idea.
We're very proud of it.
Picture this.
We take leaf cuttings, develop little Audrey lls...
and sell them to florist shops across the nation.
Pretty soon every household in America could have one.
Every household in America!
For starters, kid, why, this thing could go...
worldwide!
Worldwide?
Think of it, boy.
Audrey lls everywhere!
With the right advertising, this thing could be bigger than Hula-Hoops.
Bigger than Hula-Hoops?
What do you say, Seymour? Do we have a deal?
No! Keep your contract. Nobody's touching that plant.
We're offering a lot of money.
SEYMOUR: Forget money! Keep it and get out of here!
MARTIN: You nuts? SEYMOUR: Yes.
SEYMOUR: Get out of here! Go on!
- I'll be back when you're in a better mood. - Go on, get out!
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
I think so.
He'll keep eating until there's nothing left.
We've got to stop it, Seymour! We've got to.
I've got to.
I have to end this once and for all.
I'll bust that pod wide open.
Wait! I'm coming with you.
No, it's me that got us into this. I'm the one to get us out.
Wait for me, Audrey.
This is between me and the vegetable.
"Every household in America!" Thousands of you, eating!
That's what you had in mind all along, isn't it?
No shit, Sherlock!
We're not talking about one hungry plant. We're talking about world conquest!
And I want to thank you!
You're not going to get away with this! Your kind never does!
[Twoey laughs heartily]
I don't care what it takes. Only one of us gets out of here alive!
[Song about Twoey being a mean plant from outer space]
You're in trouble now.
[Twoey laughs loudly]
[Mean plant from outer space song continues]
[Pods become back-up singing group]
Outer space?
[Upbeat song continues]
All right, that does it!
Bye-bye, Seymour!
[Twoey laughs]
[Twoey and pods continue shouting and laughing]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Twoey and pods screaming]
TWOEY: Oh, shit!
[Somber instrumental music]
[Triumphant instrumental music]
[Light-hearted and carefree instrumental music]
[Little Shop of Horrors theme song]
[Motorbike engine revs, tires screech]
[Medley of show's soundtrack plays]
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