Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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