Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What man has not? -Sorry?
but l do hate to see a boy treated like that.
Don't you think some flowers Pretty daisies
He didn't have your nice head of hair, though.
Can't you think of nothing else? Always brooding away on your wrongs
Thank you, Your Honor.
Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlor,
Minecraft, yes.
Around Fleet Street, l wouldn't wonder.
Until?
Surely a sign that Johanna wants me to help her.
Forgive me if I suggest, my lord
l think there's been some mistake.
It take-a the pace It take-a the grace
-I'll keep telling you -When?
When they came for the girl, l hid them.
If you doubt it, take a bite
Poor thing
No, it's not. Just something Mr. T gave me for my birthday.
-Blowing out their candles -Blowing out their candles
You told me to wait! Now he'll never come again!
And I say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud!
Soothing skin massage?
Could you tell me whose house this is?
Debts to be erased
Benjamin Barker?
He certainly does.
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Wait
Pretty women!
Sit down, lad, sit down.
Ready?
The cheery wallpaper was a real bargain, too.
Yes, sir.
Hear the birdies cheeping Helps to keep it cheery
Home
That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
You see, ma'am why there's no meat pie
Outside the sky waits Beckoning, beckoning
Sit, sir. Sit.
But always arrives overdone
-She has? -Oh, yes.
-...they still... -...they somehow can still remain...
No one's gonna hurt you No one's gonna dare
-Mr. Todd! Mrs. Lovett, ma'am? -What is it, Anthony?
I thought I could trust you
-That those above -That those above
ln the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats
Pretty women
Gillyflowers, maybe 'Stead of daisies
I feel you
Yes, sir. The Bountiful, out of Plymouth.
Sleep now the untroubled
Well, l've come home
-Won't they? Think of all them pies! -How choice! How rare!
It's fop Finest in the shop
Soon will come Soon will last
Mr. Todd?
What ought not to be there?
Nope!
l lay them against £5.
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
Oh, well. Let him bring her here.
l know, l know
Business never better using only pussycats and toast
You there, my friend
Now, please, you will see how he will-a regret-a his-a folly.
This is piss. Piss with ink.
-At their mirrors -In their gardens
I've been thinking flowers Maybe daisies
The history of the world, my pet
Had, has
Even that's polite The worst pies in London
No, we all deserve to die
l too have sailed the world and seen its wonders