Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me sing
-Smells like piss -Smells like...
No, there's no place like London
Take, for instance Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
your persistent dedication to a life of crime
Would no one have mercy on her?
Hello?
Well, you never know if it's going to run
I am in the dark beside you
Always be sure the door is closed properly, like this.
For what's the sound of the world out there?
You, sir! Anybody! Gentlemen, now don't be shy!
Best barber in London, they say.
-Yes, sir. -Then, Mr. Todd,
We'll grow old together
Well, l'll soon see to that.
l'll be taking half your profits from herewith.
Mr. Todd! l've seen Johanna
Oh, where is Judge Turpin? she asks
Pretty little thing, silly little nit
lf l see your face again on this street, you'll rue the day you were born.
Your lesson was well-learned.
The winner is Doof!
Soon you'll have to thin it Once a week!
Come on.
Johanna
Johanna, Johanna
All right.
l brought you some breakfast, dear.
Evil is here, sir.
naive
Safe? So, we run away and then all our dreams come true?
Even now, I'm at your window
Now, Toby, dear, haven't we had enough of this foolish chatter?
Fascinating Sipping coffee
you
Try the priest
Heaven knows I try, sir!
Fret not though, my lord I know a place, my lord
Besides, l was thinking of hiring the lad to help me run the shop.
I think we shall not meet again
-Or combing out their hair -Or combing out their hair
-Proof of heaven -Proof of heaven
See how they glisten
My lord
They say at night it is something most foul.
Sit, sir. Sit.
Wanted her like mad Every day he sent her a flower
She's gone.
You try.
What rose from the dead!
And l'll never see Johanna
No, it has to be grocer It's green
Oh, l'm sorry, excuse me.
Mr. Todd, I'm so happy
There was a barber and his wife
No, Anthony. They never go away.
Rest now forever
Things like being careful with your coriander
Toby?
Not while l'm around
But l remember these.
Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker.
Shame?
He was clutching onto me dress, but he's finished now.
-Pretty women, sir -Pretty women, pretty women
Come in, lad. Come in.
At last, my rhythm section is complete again.
Redheads.
When you find your vibrator
Your teeth are strong, l hope.
Go to Old Bailey. Find Judge Turpin.
-Looks like piss! -Wouldn't touch it if I was you, dear!
What was his crime?
naturally being my duty,
How is it you sing?
Would you look at it now?
The way I've dreamed you were Johanna
after his leg gave out with the gout.
l therefore sentence you to hang by the neck until you're dead.
A left and a right and straight on, you see?
Sir, l will leave this place.
You gandered at my ward, Johanna. You gandered at her.