[Mushnik]
He’ll think about it?
He’ll think about it?
[Seymour](calling outside as he starts to spray the plant)
I don’t like that guy, Mr. Mushnik.
And you should hear the way he talks to Audrey.
[Mushnik]
Gott in Himmel, no
The kid just said he’d mull it over!
[Seymour] (to himself as he works)
No wonder she looks so unhealthy. It’s enough to make you sick.
[Mushnik]
If he left me
If Seymour left me
Why then I’d be
Right back where I started
Which was
broke and starving
[Seymour, still to himself]
Sweet and good and beautiful as she is,
she deserves a prince, not a sadistic creep like him!
[Mushnik]
Close to Bankrupt
[Seymour, still to himself]
What a louse.
[Mushnik]
Beset, befuddled, and bereft
That’s what I’d be if Seymour left!
[Seymour, still to himself]
He’s a disgrace to the dental profession.
[Mushnik]
Seymour-
[Seymour]
Sir?
[Mushnik]
Seymour-
How would you like to be my son?
How would you like to be my own adopted boy?
(I never liked him much, before
But count the cash that’s in the drawer
I’ve got no choice!
I’m much too poor.)
Say yes!
[Seymour]
What for?
[Mushnik]
Seymour, I want to be your dad!
I wanna see you climbing up my family tree.
I used to think you left a stench
but now I see that you’re a mench,
So I’m proposing!
Be my son!
Mushnik and son
Sound great
Three words with the ring of fate
So say you’ll incorporate with me
A florist’s dream come true
Mushnik and his boychik, you
What business we’ll do for F.T.D.
How ’bout it, Seymour?
Be my son!
Just say the word,
I’ll have my lawyer on the phone!
[Seymour]
Now, Mr. Mushnik, don’t be rash
You always said that I was trash
[Mushnik]
Oh, I was joking!
[Seymour, spoken]
Sir, I’m choking!
[Mushnik]
‘Scuse the physical expression of my pride
Of the sweet paternal mishegoss I’ve held pen-up —
Insi-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ide!
[Seymour]
Gee.
[Mushnik]
So?
[Seymour]
Well…
[Mushnik]
Well?
[Seymour]
I….
[Mushnik]
You?
Go ahead and say it, Seymour.
Tell me that you will….
[Seymour]
Gee, I’d really like to, but…
[Mushnik]
I’ll hold my breath until…
[Seymour]
Okay… You win
I’ll be… Your…
Son!
[Mushnik, spoken]
Hooray, I win! He’ll be my son!
[Seymour]
Draw up the papers, Dad
I’m touched, I really am
And when you reach age eighty-three
I’ll let you come move in with me
[Mushnik, spoken]
You swear?
[Seymour, spoken]
I promise!
[Mushnik]
What a son!
[Both]
Mushnik and Son
That’s that
[Seymour]
Officially, I’m your brat!
[Both]
Consider the matter closed and done.
Now, to the world, let’s stick
our senior and junior shtick.
Through thin and through thick,
Through sloppy and slick,
[Seymour]
So come kiss me quick!
[Mushnik]
Please, dont make me sick!
[Both]
Mushnik-
And son!
[Seymour, spoken]
His son, I’m his son.
[now singing]
Sudden changes surround me
Lady luck came and found me
Thanks a million for making the magic you do.
Thanks to you Sweet Petunia
Mushnik’s takin’… a juniah,
And someday when I own this whole shop,
I’ll remember I owe it
to you.
