Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And how could l ever forget you, Mr. Barker.
Mr. Boob?
But if l know a growing boy, there's still room for more pie, eh?
Not to worry, not to worry I may not be smart, but I ain't dumb
Poor thing, poor thing
Didn't have an inkling, positively eerie
All she did for months was just lie there in bed
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
Johanna!
Times is hard
-Then he won't escape. -l don't know, Mr. Todd.
You will learn
7:30 vaccinations are very bracing
Oh, well.
You gotta leave this all behind, you know.
than any street mountebank.
Now to your purpose
to come to some arrangement in regard to my poor children's hair.
lt was me poor Albert's chair. Sit in it all day long he did,
Excellent, My Friend
Why did you scream?
Now, we got a body moldering away upstairs.
-Letter-Writing -Flower-picking
If I cannot fly
Signor Pirelli's been called away. Better run after him.
All good things come to those who can
Think l'll just pop in on Mr. Todd for a tick.
Should've been in hospital
Seems like the good Lord sent you for me.
Try Pirelli's When they see how thick, sir
Finished!
Judge Turpin?
Until we meet again.
Come, boy. Come!
Such a sad girl and lonely, but beautiful, too and...
How about a shave?
Others can desert you Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there
All those years without a scrap of motherly affection.
Here we are. Tuck in.
Now, l leave you to the mercy of your children.
For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru
You know me, sir?
People think it's haunted.
-Toby! -Coming!
She poisoned herself.
It looks like it's molting
Thank you, ma'am.
Such practices.
-...are there, they're there -...there with you
Though, of course it tastes of wherever it's been
Money coming in regular-like.
Who, with a gesture of his claw
Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion Eminently practical
-Oh, pretty women -Pretty women, yes
Not while l'm around
-Even when they leave... -Even when they
And on the way back,
And I'm full ofjoy!
A foolish barber and his wife
Half me earnings.
-have dreamed all your days -have dreamed all your days
Now, signorini, signori We mix-a the lather
-Pretty women -Pretty women
Until this moment l have spared the rod.
and it's filled with people who aren't gonna want to do shit
His throat was bare beneath my hand
-Now, come here, my love... -Do you mean it?
Congratulations, Mr. Todd.
That's Signor Pirelli's purse!
Notjust-a the flash
The geishas of Japan. The concubines of Siam.
l'll come again when you have judge on the menu.
You've been locked out of sight all these years
You'd kill me, boy? Here l stand!