Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look at me, Mrs. Lovett, look at you!
When it's just you and me And the English Channel
To find you waiting
And musk to enhance the chase my lord
Easy now Hush, love, hush
-Mr. Todd, please. -Out.
Excellent, My Friend
Yes, get Pirelli's, use a bottle of it Ladies seem to love it
Pretty women
Oh, well, it's a different matter then.
'Cause l was just thinking...
My friend
Share and share alike.
Me rumpled bedding legitimized
So, it's true.
A customer!
Might relieve the gloom?
Judge. Always harping on the bloody old judge.
To the seaside By the beautiful sea
Get out!
Yes, they are, I can tell
Keep your thoughts Nice and lush
Mischief! Mischief! Mischief!
Then she shall have it.
On the top of my head!
Smoke that comes from the mouth of hell
What was that?
Will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?
You wait for him here.
Not while l'm around
I feel you
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone ln a house what we'd almost own
Not that you'd want to sleep in that place, ma'am.
The blood to pound the heart leap higher
Hold it!
-What's happened? -l had him.
A pretty little rosebud.
Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord
l hope so.
at your bakehouse.
Sat up there and sobbed by the hour
They're having this ball all in masks
Your poor knees aren't what they used to be.
Or we have some shepherd's pie peppered with actual shepherd on top
Just inside of this door!
Call me Davey.
-This is piss, piss with ink -Let Pirelli's activate your roots, sir!
If the business stays as good Where I'd really like to go
Now, this'll be the bake oven. Three dozen at a time.
You don't remember me, do you? Why should you?
With fellow tastes in women, at least.
Satisfied enough to dream you
Where you been, lad?
You see those grates?
Goodbye
And she was beautiful
Where is he?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
To make-a the bristle Clean like a whistle
You, sir, too, sir. Welcome to the grave!
lt's Todd now. Sweeney Todd.
Like some
l'll make sure that neither you
Wait
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
Pardon me, ma'am what's that awful stench?
Have charity towards the world, my pet
-Then what did l just say? -There must be a way to the Judge.
At that delicate luscious ambrosial smell?
And everyone thought it so droll
And he was
You just sit here, nice and quiet, next to me. That's right, right.
Well, pity
The Judge, he tells her is all contrite
yet l wager that l can shave a cheek with 1 0 times more dexterity,
Who, sir?
There's a meeting on my schedule like a great black pit
Glancing!
-Do you know where the Old Bailey is? -Yes, sir. Not that l ever been there.
-Yes, women -Pretty women
You're barking mad. Killing a man what done you no harm.
-How about it, dearie? -Is that a pie...
puffin, puffin
They all deserve to die
Fresh supplies!
Want to buy a bottle, missus?
But they transported him for life
Some eau de cologne to grace, my lord
Keeps her snug, he does. All locked up.