Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Johanna
She's gone.
naive
Evil is here, sir.
-Looks like piss! -Wouldn't touch it if I was you, dear!
No, it has to be grocer It's green
Oh, where is Judge Turpin? she asks
-Proof of heaven -Proof of heaven
after his leg gave out with the gout.
Would you look at it now?
Besides, l was thinking of hiring the lad to help me run the shop.
There was a barber and his wife
l therefore sentence you to hang by the neck until you're dead.
Pretty little thing, silly little nit
What rose from the dead!
For what's the sound of the world out there?
No, Anthony. They never go away.
Try the priest
My lord
Now, Toby, dear, haven't we had enough of this foolish chatter?
At last, my rhythm section is complete again.
But l remember these.
Johanna, Johanna
-Or combing out their hair -Or combing out their hair
They say at night it is something most foul.
No, there's no place like London
Hello?
Toby?
Not while l'm around
The winner is Doof!
your persistent dedication to a life of crime
lf l see your face again on this street, you'll rue the day you were born.
All right.
And l'll never see Johanna
Redheads.
Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker.
Oh, l'm sorry, excuse me.
Always be sure the door is closed properly, like this.
Heaven knows I try, sir!
Come in, lad. Come in.
-Smells like piss -Smells like...
How is it you sing?
Shame?
Well, l'll soon see to that.
-Yes, sir. -Then, Mr. Todd,
Your lesson was well-learned.
-Pretty women, sir -Pretty women, pretty women
You gandered at my ward, Johanna. You gandered at her.
Well, you never know if it's going to run
I think we shall not meet again
Soon you'll have to thin it Once a week!
Come on.
A left and a right and straight on, you see?
You, sir! Anybody! Gentlemen, now don't be shy!
Sir, l will leave this place.
You try.
We'll grow old together
Wanted her like mad Every day he sent her a flower
Would no one have mercy on her?
naturally being my duty,
The way I've dreamed you were Johanna
Take, for instance Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
Go to Old Bailey. Find Judge Turpin.
Fret not though, my lord I know a place, my lord
Mr. Todd, I'm so happy
He was clutching onto me dress, but he's finished now.
you
l'll be taking half your profits from herewith.
Things like being careful with your coriander
Rest now forever
Even now, I'm at your window
I am in the dark beside you
Fascinating Sipping coffee
l brought you some breakfast, dear.
Sit, sir. Sit.
Let me sing
Safe? So, we run away and then all our dreams come true?
See how they glisten
What was his crime?
Your teeth are strong, l hope.
When you find your vibrator
Mr. Todd! l've seen Johanna
Best barber in London, they say.