Now, do it now. While he's gassing himself to a palpable stupor. The timing's ideal and the moment is super. To ready and fire and blow the sick bastard away.
[SEYMOUR]. I've given you sunshine. I've given you dirt. You've given me nothing. But heartache and hurt. I'm beggin' you sweetly. I'm down on my knees.
Seymour: 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 taken a junior.