[In "Marry Me a Little"], a single young woman and a single young man, each living alone in an apartment in New York …, sing seventeen songs by Stephen Sondheim that were pulled from his shows during rehearsal…. [Their] unawareness of each other as they move about the apartment, even when they share the same bed at the end, is the running joke of this mini-musical. None of the songs struck me as exactly vintage Sondheim, although "Saturday Night," "The Girls of Summer," "Pour le Sport," and the title song come close, but an evening of non-vintage Sondheim is richer than most evenings, certainly Off Broadway.

Edith Oliver, "Off Broadway," in The New Yorker, Vol. LVII, No. 5, March 23, 1981, pp. 124, 126-27.∗