Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's priest Have a little priest
when l offered myself to her, she showed a certain reluctance.
No, the clergy is really Too coarse and too mealy
we'll take it to some secret place and bury it.
l'll take care of it. Open the door.
Sir, happy news indeed.
Are you in there still, Beadle? Beadle?
What? What was that?
No, sir. l should stay here, or it'll be a lashing.
What, up there? No, l won't go near it.
Ladies and gentlemen May I have your attention, please?
We shall provide you with new lodgings.
Do you really want to know?
You might find me if you like.
-What, sir? -Women
Well, l try to do my best for my friends and neighbors.
When you get it Never thought I'd live to see the day
You put that into his hands. Only to him, you understand?
Demons will charm you With a smile
Let me out!
Poor fool
Get out.
And my Lucy lies in ashes
This is the second time, sir,
Sleep of the angels
E buon giorno, good day! I blow you a kiss!
Just beyond the bars
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
All that blood.
You mind if l have a pie while l wait?
l think that only appropriate
Beyond-a repair
Sir, I bow to a skill far greater than my own
Everything you've ever dreamed of doing with a woman.
Being close and being clever Ain't like being true
No, we'll serve anyone
Stay forever
And one day
Sweetly buried in your yellow hair!
Turning beauty into filth and greed
The closest I ever gave
Is thatjust disgusting? You have to concede it
-As you're living -As you're living
l was just a little nip that you hired for a couple of weeks,
and yet the Beadle tells me
But first-a You gather around, signorini, signori
We shall set you up as a wigmaker's apprentice.
You hear this foolish man?
From the Dardanelles To the mountains of Peru
Permission, my lord, to speak?
And ladies, my lord, are weak
or any other young man with mischief on his mind.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry?
Keep the boy downstairs.
Who has-a the nerve-a to say
And tastes like
Don't you think you should leave the boy behind?
Every night at the vespers bell
Yes, mam, you gandered. I meant no harm.
-Just keep living it, really living it! -Just keep living it, really living it!
leave you and vanish...
You clip-a the chin You rip-a the lip a bit
you're the most accomplished of all the barbers in the city.
Move on, now!
My little dove, my sweet Johanna
Where do you suppose all the wigmakers
l really ought to see to my official obligations first.
-to help make the pies? -Yes, ma'am.
We'll not discriminate great from small
And I'll never see my girl again
At last, my arm is complete again.
Dare l offer you something a tad more appropriate
Then why don't you wait for your master downstairs?
She was his reason and his life
And we'll do wonders
Quick, now!
l'll return with a coach in less than half an hour.
Alms!
Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors.
You may kiss your bride.
I can do it, put me to it Show me something l can overcome
-I've come home again -Poor thing, she lived
The history of the world, my love
How gratifying for once to know
l am Adolfo Pirelli
Johanna
No denying times is hard, sir!
And desperate measures are called for.
strangers, people who won't be missed, who's gonna catch on?