Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Be here in a twinkling! -...fit for a king

above my Meat Pie Emporium in Fleet Street.

Not one man, no, nor ten men

But it left her weak in the head

Forget my face.

-Mr. T? You listening to me? -Of course.

-...soon be coming for a shave -Also undetectable

-What's your rush? -Why did I wait?

May l ask you, sir, do you have your own establishment?

You're to deliver the letter. Do you understand?

l'm just gonna pop upstairs, back in two shakes, all right?

l used to sit right here.

And she was beautiful

And its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit

To tell the truth, it gets awful hot.

Don't l know you? she said.

Don't worry. No one'll recognize you. You're safe now.

And the lady, sir, did she succumb?

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

Always had a fondness for you, I did

So fetch the pomade and pumice stone And lend me a more seductive tone

How about a bottle, mister? Only costs a penny, guaranteed

Benjamin Barker!

Seems a downright shame

Is like nothing compared to its succulent source

Whenever I run out of Ground coffee and have to use instant coffee... This is piss. Piss with ink

Haven't you got poet or something like that?

Sit down. Make yourself comfy.

You gandered at her.

My little lamb, my pet, Johanna

With limited wind

Come for a shave, have you, lad?

Business needs a lift

It's man devouring man, my dear

Try the friar, fried, it's drier

And who's to say they're wrong?

At your service.

Happily I was mistaken, Johanna

Perhaps l am a little overhasty in the mornings.

There you'll sample Mrs. Lovett's meat pies

You know, a boar's head or two?

And he will have his revenge.

that l said to give you a nice big tot of gin.

Well, Beadle calls on her all polite Poor thing

I have sailed the world Beheld its wonders

But first, why don't you come upstairs? Let me pamper you.

Now goes quickly See, now it's past

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

Of course, when she goes there Poor thing, poor thing

Oh, we don't need to worry about him. He's a simple thing.

Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her.

Not to worry, ma'am

Another bright red day

Everyone needs a good shave.

that my Johanna would never betray me, never hurt me so.

You who eat pies Mrs. Lovett's meat pies

-my love, what's dead Is dead -Can we still be married?

Toby! Throw the old woman out!

No, the clergy is really Too coarse and too mealy

And while l'm out, do you mind if l stop by the grocerjust to pick...

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

You know how you've always fancied coming into the bake house with me

-Well, that'll be yourjob now. -Yes, ma'am.

Something in them Cheers the air

Who are you? What are you doing here?

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

so as we could sleep.

And the young lady who resides there?

it's all too clear what company you keep.

Well, who’s to say the week is out. It’s only Thursday.

Help, fiend! City on fire!

How could you think such a thing of Mr. Todd?

My, my, my. Always work to be done.

Mr. T, you didn't.

Wound up in Bedlam instead Poor thing!

These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett.

-Never you fear, Mr. Todd -Soon l'll unfold you

These are probably the worst pies in London

l have sailed the world Beheld its wonders

I will have you

-If you only knew, Mr. Todd -Now, with a sigh

How about l give you a nice shiny new penny

A foolish barber and his wife

My lucky friends

-Friends, you shall drip rubies -Mr. T

lt's very large on the map, but l keep getting lost.

Will l see you again?

Let me out! Please, let me out!