Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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