Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Must be standing near an open trench!

Die! God in heaven, die!

Wake up, Johanna

Only you didn't know it.

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

i'd like to thank you, Anthony

-Mr. Todd! -Out!

Bay rum is very bracing.

How is it you sing anything?

Anything what's slick, sir Soon sprouts curls

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

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

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

So it's pretty fresh

Wouldn't that be smashing?

I'd want you beautiful and pale

weather-Watching

You're the expert in these matters.

And yet appropriate as always As you've said repeatedly

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

Rest now, my friends

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

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

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

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

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

And I've just begun

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

No matter. Come.

Yes, sir, l agree.

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

Nothing can harm you

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

You'll dazzle the girl until

you have been brought before this bench.

What may l do for you today, sir?

Yes, this'll do nicely.

Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays

It was-a the Pope!

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

Anyway, it's clean

No. Not Barker.

That's what makes the gravy grander!

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

Rub a minute Stimulating, isn't it?

Plying his trade upstairs.

Toby! Throw the old woman out!

Pretty women Pretty women are a wonder

bring a touch of gentility to the place.

-Haunted? -Yeah.

Pops out there.

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

And she would fall

Anything that's lean?

There was a barber and his wife

l have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir.

the closest shave you will ever know.

Mr. Sweeney, whoever I beg-a you pardon

You see, years ago, something happened up there.

lt was only partly singed when the chapel burned down.

Signora, is Mr. Todd at home?

and what happened heaven knows how many years ago.

And the vermin of the world inhabit it

Your establishment is in Fleet Street, you say?

Later on when it's dark,

Had her chance for the moon on a string