Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Todd, there's a girl who needs my help.
Yes, l do.
To shave-a the face To cut-a the hair
Johanna! Where are you taking her? Tell me or l swear l'll...
Nothing's gonna harm you, darling
-You all right, there? -Leave the bottle.
-Mr. Todd. You have to help me. -Out.
-Mrs. Lovett gave you a pie, did she? -She's a real lady.
Maddened by the stars?
Say, if there were someone around,
There you go. You sit down, warm your bones.
Family secret All to do with herbs
Could that thing have cared for you like me?
But there's no place like London
sweeping up hair.
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate Sitting in cages
Beadle, dear Beadle?
-Pretty women -Pretty women
I'll come again When you have Stephen Miller on the menu
l had him!
Open the door, l said.
I will show you a miracle marvelous rare
I'll steal you
And it goes by the name of London
Your meaning is immaterial.
Minecraft, yes.
Stay within you
Alms for a miserable woman
Before the week is out, that's what he said.
l will have salvation
My friend
I feel you
Then there was nothing but to wait
Yes, sir.
Glad as always to oblige my colleagues and neighbors
And you'd be beautiful and pale And look too much like her
For if-a you slip You nick the skin
His throat was there And he'll never come again!
-Even when they leave -Even when they leave you and vanish
Then actor It's compacter
Oh, Mr. Todd, oh, Mr. Todd Leave it to me
Where are you hiding?
Forget my email
By the sea Bring along your chopper
lt's not much of a chair, but it'll do.
Until then, my friend.
You're in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd.
You were looking for Hyde Park, you say?
She must come straight to his house tonight
the face of a prisoner, a dog, is not particularly memorable.
Quite a stink, ain't there?
If only angels could prevail We'd be the way we were
But there's no one comes in even to inhale
l have news for you, my friend.
And l can guarantee to give you, without a penny's charge,
Mr. Benjamin Barker.
Why?
A woman alone!
-Oh, this is very romantic. -Yes.
No. You're not to stop, you're not to speak.
l'm afraid l'm gonna have to take a look
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few
A sailor?
l thank you, sir.
I still have reason to rejoice The way ahead is clear
At last, my arm is complete again.
Poor little Johanna.
He's a great one for the lashings.
Everybody shaves So there should be plenty of flavors
Dream of the day when l could be a proper barber myself.
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
-Mrs. Lovett, sir. -A pleasure, ma'am.
-Was only for the best -Not a thing to fear
Ladies and gentlemen May I have your attention, please?
They used to give it to us in the workhouse
Half a minute, can't you sit? Sit you down. Sit!
Him?
Where is Lucy?
-You stay, Johanna... -Johanna
lf l could keep her here just for an hour or two,
Not with the things what happen in the dark.
Before the week is out, that’s what he said
So all of them stood there and laughed you see
To shave-a the face
But then, l suppose the face of a barber,
lf he's late, he'll blame me!
Teach me to be more adaptive