MUSHNIK
He'll think about it?
He'll think about it?

SEYMOUR
I don't like that guy, Mr. Mushnik.
You should hear the way he talks to Audrey.

MUSHNIK
Gott in himmel, no. The kid Just said he'd mull it over!

SEYMOUR
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
Sweet and good and beautiful as she is, she deserves a prince, not a s_____ic creep like him!

MUSHNIK
Close and bankrupt.

SEYMOUR
What a louse!

MUSHNIK
Beset, befuddled, and bereft.
That's what I'd be if Seymour left.

SEYMOUR
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 want to 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.
Sounds 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 Grabs Seymour by the throat)
I was Joking!

SEYMOUR
Sir, I'm choking!

MUSHNIK
'Scuse the physical expression on my pride
of the sweet paternal mishegoss I've held pent-up
insi-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ide! Well?

SEYMOUR
Gee.

MUSHNIK
So?

SEYMOUR
Well.

MUSHNIK
Well?

SEYMOUR
I-

MUSHNIK
You?

SEYMOUR
I-

MUSHNIK
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... (Holds his breath)

SEYMOUR
Okay, you win! I'll be your son!

MUSHNIK
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
You swear?

SEYMOUR
I promise!

MUSHNIK
What a son!

SEYMOUR
Giddy up, daddy!
Giddy up, daddy! Daddy!
Giuddy up! Giddy up, daddy!

BOTH
In trouble sickness and in health,
we'll share the plant and share the wealth!

MUSHNIK
I'll call my lawyer!

SEYMOUR
Call me son!

MUSHNIK
Son!

SEYMOUR
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 don't make me sick.

BOTH
Mushnik and Son!

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