- Better With a Man
Henry:
When a fellow needs a little helping hand
Who'll be there? It's almost guaranteed
No one else could ever really understand
Only another man knows what you need
And when a man has fallen down upon his knees
In such a moment, who'd be better than
Someone who's self controlled
- Finale
PHOEBE:
Monty!
MONTY:
Look at Phoebe
Noble and pious
My esteem for her only grows
- Foolish to Think
(spoken) Pigs might fly...
(sung) Foolish to think she would marry you.
Why would she sink so low?
You've only a claim to a noble old name.
Who could blame her for saying "no"?
Foolish to dream she's in love with you.
- I Don't Know What I'd Do
SIBELLA:
Monty?
Monty
Don't you just love me in pink?
Would you please?
Maybe a flower for my hair
No, no, yes, no
- I've Decided to Marry You
Phoebe:
Mr. Navarro!
Forgive my intrusion!
I needed to see you,
And see you today!
Mr. Navarro!
Mr. Navarro!
I have arrived at a stunning
- Inside Out
PHOEBE:
An oyster shell itself is unassuming
But look inside
You'll find a pearl
The man who otherwise is unpresuming
May share the same blood
As an earl
- Lady Hyacinth Abroad
HYACINTH
If I’m ever to show my face in society again,
I’ve got to find a new cause of my own and quickly. Come, come, any ideas?
ENTOURAGE
Daisy Greville has the old. Lady Sitwell has the blind
HYACINTH
- Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun
LORD ADALBERT:
When you're lookin' down the barrel of a gun
It concentrates the mind completely
And suddenly you'll find
A love for human kind
That makes you look upon the world more sweetly
When all at once it seems your life is done
- Poison in My Pocket
You and I go sailing by, and no one will know where to find us
Unseen, unknown, and blissfully alone
We're leaving the riffraff behind us
All afternoon in our sweet cocoon
Our care for the moment at bay
Side-by-side, who knows how far we'll glide
Bid the world goodbye --- fly away ?
- That Horrible Woman
SIBELLA (to DETECTIVE)
That horrible woman!
That contemptable girl!
DETECTIVE:
(spoken) Countess Navarro?
SIBELLA:
- The Last One You'd Expect
Jefferson Mays:
Look at him
No denying he's humble stuff
But it fills up this poor old heart
When I see how well he's done
Look at him
All the loyalty he has shown
- Why Are All the D'Ysquiths Dying
MOURNERS:
Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying?
What grisly sort of plague is going round?
It seems with every day
A D'Ysquith slips away
And here we are assembled putting another one in the ground
It's frankly all been rather mystifying