Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know why nobody cares to take them
That'll gain you access. And then you take her.
Oh, that was many years ago
More than love, sir
Come in.
-Splendors you never -Splendors you never
Witch! Witch! Smell it, sir An evil smell
Johanna,
Though it is my earnest wish ever to temperjustice with mercy,
Mr. T?
Davey Collin's the name when it's not professional.
-Don't they shine beautiful? -...was merely silver
Only where it sat
Seems like the Fates are favoring you at last, Mr. T.
That's nice, dear.
l feel
Awful lot of fat
-Slow down, son. -Yes. l'm sorry.
Ready!
-and most delectable thing? -God watches over us
Liked to gorge himself to bloatation, he did.
l'll steal
Johanna!
Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo
Though l am here on official business.
To make-a the bristle Clean like a whistle
-I'm your friend and now you're mine -Till now your shine...
Then they leave
There's little point in dwelling on the past
Go, quickly, go!
There was another man who saw
Right you are, sir would you like a drop of ale?
Come on.
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett Tell you why
In these once familiar streets, l feel shadows everywhere.
-There, there, dear. Calm down. -No, l had him!
Alms for a desperate woman
Anything you say
So, it is you,
nor any other man shall ever set eyes on her again.
Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived without you All these years I'll never know!
City on fire!
Mercy no, sir, look closer You'll notice it's grocer
Spic and span, that's my motto.
l am Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street.
Will be yours
My ward
You'll soon drip precious
And she was beautiful
Still got to keep an eye on the household expenditure.
I'll steal you
Fifteen years.
You wouldn't mind if l gave it a nice juicy meat pie, would you?
in London go to obtain their hair?
No, you don't.
Are we standing in an open trench?
He's been so good to us.
You, sir? No one's in the chair. Come on, come on.
that's gonna come poking around looking for him.
You are a Paragon of Integrity.
-l'd be twice the wife she was! -Lucy...
Only lard and nothing more Is thatjust revolting
Here we are, hot out of the oven.
Shadows?
I am in the dark beside you
Johanna
-Lucy... -Said she took a poison
ln these once familiar streets l feel shadows everywhere.
"Lol" he said
We've got her.
l have them all here. Drawings of them.
l like to see a man with a healthy appetite.
And she was beautiful
Oh, that's Johanna, his pretty little ward.
Hush, darling, there's no need for this.
lt would be to our mutual interest
Don't you love the weather by the sea?
Hyde Park is that way, young sir!
And he's got your daughter.
There. Drink it down.
We could have a life, us two.
-Pretty women, sir! -Pretty women, sir!
His name is Todd, my lord, and he is the very last word in barbering.
But there's no place like London
Well, ladies and gentlemen That aroma enriching the breeze
All right! You, sir. How about a shave?
Next time, it'll be your pretty little brains all over the pavement.
Or should l run down the street to me old pal, Beadle Bamford?
What we do for pretty women!
That lad is drinking me out of house and home.