Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, where shall l cut?
He?
Would you say you were practiced, boy?
-you're warm in my hand -You grow warm in my hand
Looks thicker More like vicar
You can have your pick, sir Of the girls
I'll send them howling, I don't care I got ways
I don't know, though What do you think?
Where is she?
Well, l can't say the years have been particularly kind to you, Mr. Barker.
-You can move in here, Mr. Todd -Soon you'll know
when we're free of this place all the ghosts will go away.
We gotta find the Beadle and get the law here!
Breathing lightly
Johanna
-Sì, sì, sì. Whatever you want. -Come on, lad.
Fetch the boy.
High-born and low, my love
Only take a moment.
They figured she had to be daft you see
I feel you
By the sea, Mr. Todd Where there's no one nosy
Tell it to the Beadle and police as well Tell them! Tell them
Would you like a bit of bay rum, sir?
And we're together
Smile for the gentleman and you shall have a sweetie.
l'll be right back to you. Half an hour and we'll be free.
The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner!
Maybe not like l dreamed.
-Is it really good? -Sir, it's too good, at least
Does Pirelli's stimulate the growth, sir?
Even harder than the worst pies in London
Adopted her. Like his own.
You've a room over the shop here?
And l was thinking, but for you, l'd be there now.
Of course, sir.
Excellent, My Friend
l'd like me five quid back, if you don't mind.
-That one there has the shade l need. -Come, child.
Nor it can't be traced
How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit.
And Turpin is her guardian. He's a judge of some sort.
I will have vengeance
Flies do, too
Furthermore, Signor, l have serviced no kings,
But in time
The stink of evil, from below, from her! Oh, she's the Devil's wife.
For a moment there, l thought you'd lost your marbles.
So soft, so young so lost and, oh, so beautiful
Pretty women
You are young Life has been kind to you
Pop in the meat. Give it a good grind.
Nothing's gonna harm you No, sir, not while l'm around
l keep the blondes in here.
Nothing there sings Not even my lark
Yes, yes, I know, my love
So, how'd you end up with that dreadful ltalian?
But not for long
And since we're careful to pick and choose,
Won't we?
Does her business but I noticed something weird
you shall surely see me there before the week is out.
-Johanna -Johanna
There, there, somebody, somebody look up there. Didn't I tell you?
Until then
-Pretty women, yes! -Pretty women, yes!
He recognized me from the old days. Tried to blackmail me.
Seems an awful waste
-Be another pie in it for you, l'm sure. -No, l should stay here.
l beg your indulgence, Anthony.
A Customer!
Either accept my challenge, or reveal yourself as a sham.
Would you like to see?
Nothing's gonna harm you Not while l'm around
You see, there's been some complaints about the stink from your chimney.