Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Reminds me of my dear Albert.
Can't really remember, can you?
-She'll be here soon, you say? -Yes.
Times is so hard, why don't you rent it out?
Johanna elope with you?
Require the grace Require the flair
Was it quick, sir? Did it in a tick, sir?
A pious vulture of the law
Service them well and hold their custom,
And no wonder with the price of meat what it is
-Door's closed properly. -This is a grinder.
She was his reason and his life
Something not very nice.
Everything I did, I swear, I thought
There's no one she knows there Poor dear, poor thing
The Judge has repented, she thinks Poor thing
Don't distress yourself What's your rush?
-Ale there! -Right, ma'am!
The worst pies in London
poor thing...
And l say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud,
Good grind.
I'll steal you, Johanna!
Hang on.
What's that?
-And to anyone at all! -And to anyone at all!
Come in.
By the sea, Mr. Todd Oh, l know you'd love it
May the good Lord smile on you.
City on fire
What is that?
It take-a panache It take-a the passion for the art
Excellent, my friend.
So, is we got a deal?
What is this? What are you talking about?
-What more -What more
Now, Mr. T, surely one's enough for today.
l've sweated in a living hell on a false charge.
You great useless thing.
And he was beautiful
You might say that you was inspiration to me.
Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors
A shooting star!
He's here every Thursday. ltalian. All the rage he is.
This is from early infancy The talent give to me
She wasn't no match for such craft you see
hsq beats this is crazy
l'd like to thank you, Anthony.
Alms!
Oh, love, l feel quite the same way.
Sir, l bow to a skill far greater than my own.
Make haste, and if we wed You'll be commended, sir
By the sea, Mr. Todd We'll be comfy-cozy
A sailor must know the ways of the world, yes?
You heard what Judge Turpin said, little man.
She bows to your every will
Do you hear me?
That's nice, dear.
ln order to shield her from the evils of this world,
The king of the barbers The barber of kings
Larks never will, you know When they're captive
Those crunching noises pervading the air?
Once it bubbles Then what's to do?
Is that squire on the fire?
He won't be back.
Foolishness.
Do you see these razors?
You know there's nothing l wouldn't do for you.
You are a Paragon of Integrity.
He had this wife, you see
He was there all right Only not so contrite
So don't you go trespassing there, or it's a good whipping for you,
Think how snug it'll be Underneath our flannel
No, no, not lied at all No, l never lied
My faithful friend
Now, what do you intend we should do about that, then?
Me eyelids'll flutter, I'll turn into butter The moment l mutter l do!
And though I'll think of you, I guess Until the day I die
...the way I've dreamed you are
Much as l do appreciate tonsorial doormen