“Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry? You gave me such a... Fright. I thought you was a ghost. Half a minute, can'tcha? Sit! Sit you down! Sit! All I meant is that I Haven't seen a customer for weeks. Did you come in for a pie?” Mrs. Lovett places her hands on the customer’s shoulders, sitting them down on a rickety stool. She blows dust off of an unused plate as she prepares them a not-so-appetizing meat pie.