Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

You gandered at her.

Everyone needs a good shave.

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

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

above my Meat Pie Emporium in Fleet Street.

Not to worry, ma'am

And who's to say they're wrong?

Don't l know you? she said.

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

Business needs a lift

Haven't you got poet or something like that?

At your service.

Help, fiend! City on fire!

You who eat pies Mrs. Lovett's meat pies

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

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

Seems a downright shame

-Friends, you shall drip rubies -Mr. T

Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her.

And she was beautiful

Is like nothing compared to its succulent source

I have sailed the world Beheld its wonders

These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett.

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

Something in them Cheers the air

Now goes quickly See, now it's past

Will l see you again?

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

It's man devouring man, my dear

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

Mr. T, you didn't.

But it left her weak in the head

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

You know, a boar's head or two?

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

l used to sit right here.

These are probably the worst pies in London

Try the friar, fried, it's drier

Perhaps l am a little overhasty in the mornings.

And the lady, sir, did she succumb?

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

l have sailed the world Beheld its wonders

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

How about l give you a nice shiny new penny

Wound up in Bedlam instead Poor thing!

Happily I was mistaken, Johanna

Sit down. Make yourself comfy.

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

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

Well, Beadle calls on her all polite Poor thing

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

With limited wind

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

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

My lucky friends

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

My little lamb, my pet, Johanna

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

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

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

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

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

A foolish barber and his wife

it's all too clear what company you keep.

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

Another bright red day

Come for a shave, have you, lad?

Forget my face.

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

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

And the young lady who resides there?

Not one man, no, nor ten men

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

Let me out! Please, let me out!

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

Toby! Throw the old woman out!

To tell the truth, it gets awful hot.

And he will have his revenge.

Benjamin Barker!

so as we could sleep.

Always had a fondness for you, I did

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

Who are you? What are you doing here?

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

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

No, the clergy is really Too coarse and too mealy

I will have you