Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was-a the Pope!

Wouldn't that be smashing?

There was a barber and his wife

you have been brought before this bench.

Had her chance for the moon on a string

And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste

How is it you sing anything?

Anyway, it's clean

Pretty women Pretty women are a wonder

Toby! Throw the old woman out!

Cor, me bones is weary Toby! One for the gentleman

No matter. Come.

Pops out there.

Bay rum is very bracing.

l feel bad for you, going up and down all these stairs.

Tell you what, why don't you tell Mrs. Lovett

i'd like to thank you, Anthony

Later on when it's dark,

bring a touch of gentility to the place.

I'd want you beautiful and pale

No. Not Barker.

Wake up, Johanna

Anything what's slick, sir Soon sprouts curls

We shouldn't try it though, till it's legal for two!

Signora, is Mr. Todd at home?

You see, years ago, something happened up there.

So, what are we gonna do about the boy then?

Yes, sir, l agree.

What may l do for you today, sir?

You'll dazzle the girl until

They go right down to the sewers, and the smells come up.

weather-Watching

And if you're beautiful what then with yellow hair, like wheat

l have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir.

Nothing can harm you

And she would fall

Toby. Hush, lad, you're not going anywhere.

And I've just begun

Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil Sign of the devil. City on fire!

Plying his trade upstairs.

You ought to slow down a bit, lad. lt'll go straight to your head.

Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays

Must be standing near an open trench!

Your establishment is in Fleet Street, you say?

Rub a minute Stimulating, isn't it?

Only you didn't know it.

Mr. Sweeney, whoever I beg-a you pardon

-can man require than love, sir -can man require

That's what makes the gravy grander!

And it's filled with people who are filled with shit

and what happened heaven knows how many years ago.

lt was only partly singed when the chapel burned down.

You're the expert in these matters.

-Haunted? -Yeah.

And yet appropriate as always As you've said repeatedly

Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways.

Rest now, my friends

-Mr. Todd! -Out!

Die! God in heaven, die!

So it's pretty fresh

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

the closest shave you will ever know.

Yes, this'll do nicely.

Anything that's lean?

And the vermin of the world inhabit it

And life is for the alive, my dear So let's keep living it