Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My mind is far from easy.
Whisper, I'll listen
An honor to receive your patronage, my lord.
But there was worse yet to come poor thing
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
I mean, with the price of meat what it is
he's surely done something to warrant a hanging.
l'd be forever in your debt.
Good, you got it
Ready.
Or someplace worse.
Easy now. Hush, love, hush
lf you get my drift.
Poor thing...
No, you see the trouble with poet is how do you know it's deceased?
At Last,
You lied to me.
Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder Eminently practical
Funny we should be having this little chat right now.
Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared
At last. My arm is complete.
That man is dead.
That she is.
Silhouetted
See this one shine
Comes out there.
She had yellow hair.
-Combing out their hair -Combing out their hair
Oh, look, Johanna! A star!
Are your nostrils a-quiver and tingling as well
Popping pussies into pies
We'll have chums over every Friday By the sea
Not while l'm around
Tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen to me.
-They get it from the lunatics at Bedlam. -l don't understand.
Why doesn't the Beadle come?
You are a paragon of integrity.
I feel you
Seems an awful waste
You're looking less than your best, my lord
But l don't know anyone in London, you see.
Anything you say
Nothing, sir. Nothing. May we proceed?
Benjamin Barker.
Come with me. We'll get you a nice tumbler of gin, eh?
Lawyer's rather nice.
But did she come down from her tower?
Of course.
(When it’s grey sweatpants season) Yes, ma’m, you gandered. I meant no harm.
lt take-a the skill lt take-a the brains
Hush, love, hush Think it through
except a seagull?
'Scuse me, sir. Gave me a fright.
Rest now, my friend
Barber?
-He has her locked in a madhouse. -Johanna.
The catamites of Greece. The harlots of lndia.
For the rest of us, death will be a relief
Save a lot of graves Do a lot of relatives favors
concocted from piss and ink.
Silver. Yes.
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
Down by the sea Married nice and proper
A stylish trimming of the hair?
-I love you! -What have l done?
Yes, sir.
Avoiding talking to customers at work
Send him up!
Come on, love.
l don't need to, l won't never Hide a thing from you
Nothing's gonna harm you, darling Not while l'm around
Smell that air. City on fire!
And l need somewhere safe to bring her till l've hired a coach to take us away.
Walk home with me.
Sir, a gentleman knocks before entering a lady's room.
Pardon me, sir what's that awful stench?
Demons'll charm you with a smile For a while
That's her name, Johanna.
There's powder upon your vest, my lord And stubble upon your cheek
'Twas Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
-Yes, sir, you gandered. -l meant no harm.
-Just the sentence we wanted. -Was he guilty?
What did your Lucy look like?
Here, drink this, you'll need it The worst pies in London
But not for long!
You are no match, sir.
All this shouting and running about.
Poor bugger.
When you get it, if you get it
l completely understand.
Mr. Todd sent me on an errand.
Mr. Todd!
The years, no doubt, have changed me, sir.
Excuse me, my lord May I request, my lord