Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

With limited wind

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

And the lady, sir, did she succumb?

These are probably the worst pies in London

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

Well, Beadle calls on her all polite Poor thing

And she was beautiful

above my Meat Pie Emporium in Fleet Street.

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

I have sailed the world Beheld its wonders

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

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

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

These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett.

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

No, the clergy is really Too coarse and too mealy

Always had a fondness for you, I did

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

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

How about l give you a nice shiny new penny

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

You know, a boar's head or two?

Seems a downright shame

And who's to say they're wrong?

I will have you

Now goes quickly See, now it's past

Another bright red day

so as we could sleep.

Sit down. Make yourself comfy.

But it left her weak in the head

Perhaps l am a little overhasty in the mornings.

My little lamb, my pet, Johanna

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

it's all too clear what company you keep.

It's man devouring man, my dear

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Benjamin Barker!

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

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

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

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

And the young lady who resides there?

Business needs a lift

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

Forget my face.

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

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

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

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

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

Will l see you again?

Everyone needs a good shave.

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

Don't l know you? she said.

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

Happily I was mistaken, Johanna

Haven't you got poet or something like that?

Not to worry, ma'am

Help, fiend! City on fire!

Come for a shave, have you, lad?

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

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

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

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

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

Try the friar, fried, it's drier

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

Not one man, no, nor ten men

Mr. T, you didn't.

l have sailed the world Beheld its wonders

Is like nothing compared to its succulent source

A foolish barber and his wife

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

Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her.

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

You gandered at her.

At your service.

And he will have his revenge.

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

My lucky friends

You who eat pies Mrs. Lovett's meat pies

Let me out! Please, let me out!

Something in them Cheers the air

Wound up in Bedlam instead Poor thing!

To tell the truth, it gets awful hot.

l used to sit right here.

-Friends, you shall drip rubies -Mr. T

Toby! Throw the old woman out!