Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Bring her here, love. -Thank you, ma'am.
-Just confirms me theory, Toby! -A wondrous sweet
With yellow hair, like her?
and she said she'd leave with me tonight.
As many as you like, son.
Put it on a bun
Must be practiced in the ways of the world.
Removed the barber from his plate
-You've come home -My clever friend
Pop in the Prospects. Give it a good grind.
lt take-a da will To take-a the pains
Well who says the week is out? It’s only Tuesday
He blames himself for her dreadful plight
She wanders tormented and drinks Poor thing
Toby?
perhaps we shall meet again.
Buy Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
Here's the politician, so oily It's served with a doily, have one
-Better you should think she was dead -Oh, my God!
Patience, enjoy it
All greasy and gritty
Require the heart
Health regulations and the general public welfare
What is that?
Little things that l've been thinking about Mr. Todd.
Fifteen years dreaming l might come home to a wife and child.
But the work waits!
Or even a part Without it-a smart
But you'd think we had the plague! From the way that people keep avoiding
'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire
l got him locked in. But if he escapes, he'll go to the law.
And she was virtuous
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop
Signor! You got an appointment!
And who, may it be said Is your intended, sir?
And if I never hear your voice My turtledove, my dear
Think of it as thrift, as a gift
Because in all of the whole human race, Mrs. Lovett
You know what l'd like to do, Mr. Todd? What l dream?
I bow to a skill far greater than my own.
Pretty women
Then again they don't commit sins of the flesh
I doubt if anyone would know
l do.
What about him?
You see, sir, a man infatuate with love Her ardent and eager slave
You knew she lived.
Is those below serving those up above
My cage has many rooms Damask and dark
I think I miss you less and less As every day goes by
Savory and sweet pies As you'll see
How can you remain Staring at the rain
Below, Your Honor. With my neighbor.
Green finch and linnet bird Nightingale, blackbird
l'm fine, Johanna
And I will get him back Even as he gloats
Friends are friends Not food
Those handles is chased silver, ain't they?
the so famous Pirelli l wish-a to know-a
At last, my tracksuit is complete again.
Who in this wide world does not know the great Judge Turpin?
No, I'll never hug my girl to me
Beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle dumpling
My elixir is piss
And the one with his foot ln the other one's face
Teigan & Aemilia
-Mr. Todd. -Signor Pirelli.
Then they leave
Wait!
release her and beg her to come away with me tonight.
l'm alive at last!
Oh, Mr. Todd
Always a few rats gone home to Jesus down there.
To discover your pillow is covered with hair
Take this there. Seek out a Judge Turpin. Repeat that.