Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And the lady, sir, did she succumb?

Help, fiend! City on fire!

How could you think such a thing of Mr. Todd?

My lucky friends

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

Seems a downright shame

Whenever I run out of Ground coffee and have to use instant coffee... This is piss. Piss with ink

Well, Beadle calls on her all polite Poor thing

Not to worry, ma'am

At your service.

And who's to say they're wrong?

Come for a shave, have you, lad?

Let me out! Please, let me out!

And its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit

How about l give you a nice shiny new penny

Benjamin Barker!

You who eat pies Mrs. Lovett's meat pies

Wound up in Bedlam instead Poor thing!

And the young lady who resides there?

Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

To tell the truth, it gets awful hot.

Something in them Cheers the air

But it left her weak in the head

It's man devouring man, my dear

Another bright red day

that my Johanna would never betray me, never hurt me so.

Of course, when she goes there Poor thing, poor thing

Sit down. Make yourself comfy.

How about a bottle, mister? Only costs a penny, guaranteed

Will l see you again?

I have sailed the world Beheld its wonders

These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett.

Toby! Throw the old woman out!

No, the clergy is really Too coarse and too mealy

Always had a fondness for you, I did

-Mr. T? You listening to me? -Of course.

-my love, what's dead Is dead -Can we still be married?

There you'll sample Mrs. Lovett's meat pies

Forget my face.

But first, why don't you come upstairs? Let me pamper you.

Oh, we don't need to worry about him. He's a simple thing.

-Never you fear, Mr. Todd -Soon l'll unfold you

-Well, that'll be yourjob now. -Yes, ma'am.

Don't worry. No one'll recognize you. You're safe now.

You gandered at her.

And he will have his revenge.

You're to deliver the letter. Do you understand?

l have sailed the world Beheld its wonders

I will have you

You know, a boar's head or two?

Mr. T, you didn't.

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

You know how you've always fancied coming into the bake house with me

May l ask you, sir, do you have your own establishment?

l used to sit right here.

So fetch the pomade and pumice stone And lend me a more seductive tone

Well, who’s to say the week is out. It’s only Thursday.

Everyone needs a good shave.

Happily I was mistaken, Johanna

Don't l know you? she said.

Try the friar, fried, it's drier

-Friends, you shall drip rubies -Mr. T

-Be here in a twinkling! -...fit for a king

Perhaps l am a little overhasty in the mornings.

that l said to give you a nice big tot of gin.

And she was beautiful

My, my, my. Always work to be done.

Now goes quickly See, now it's past

-If you only knew, Mr. Todd -Now, with a sigh

Is like nothing compared to its succulent source

-...soon be coming for a shave -Also undetectable

lt's very large on the map, but l keep getting lost.

l'm just gonna pop upstairs, back in two shakes, all right?

A foolish barber and his wife

Not one man, no, nor ten men

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

These are probably the worst pies in London

so as we could sleep.

My little lamb, my pet, Johanna

-What's your rush? -Why did I wait?

Haven't you got poet or something like that?

above my Meat Pie Emporium in Fleet Street.

Business needs a lift

it's all too clear what company you keep.

With limited wind

And while l'm out, do you mind if l stop by the grocerjust to pick...