Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Slow down, son. -Yes. l'm sorry.
And she was beautiful
Witch! Witch! Smell it, sir An evil smell
Hush, darling, there's no need for this.
Only lard and nothing more Is thatjust revolting
So, it is you,
That's nice, dear.
In these once familiar streets, l feel shadows everywhere.
You are a Paragon of Integrity.
Spic and span, that's my motto.
I am in the dark beside you
There. Drink it down.
-I'm your friend and now you're mine -Till now your shine...
Only where it sat
More than love, sir
-and most delectable thing? -God watches over us
I know why nobody cares to take them
You'll soon drip precious
No, you don't.
Next time, it'll be your pretty little brains all over the pavement.
City on fire!
That'll gain you access. And then you take her.
You wouldn't mind if l gave it a nice juicy meat pie, would you?
And he's got your daughter.
l feel
Right you are, sir would you like a drop of ale?
What we do for pretty women!
Then they leave
Davey Collin's the name when it's not professional.
Awful lot of fat
Go, quickly, go!
And she was beautiful
Oh, that's Johanna, his pretty little ward.
There's little point in dwelling on the past
-Splendors you never -Splendors you never
Johanna,
Seems like the Fates are favoring you at last, Mr. T.
Shadows?
Fifteen years.
Still got to keep an eye on the household expenditure.
I'll steal you
l have them all here. Drawings of them.
that's gonna come poking around looking for him.
Well, ladies and gentlemen That aroma enriching the breeze
That lad is drinking me out of house and home.
lt would be to our mutual interest
nor any other man shall ever set eyes on her again.
His name is Todd, my lord, and he is the very last word in barbering.
We've got her.
Hyde Park is that way, young sir!
-Pretty women, sir! -Pretty women, sir!
l am Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street.
All right! You, sir. How about a shave?
Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived without you All these years I'll never know!
Don't you love the weather by the sea?
My ward
Johanna
Anything you say
ln these once familiar streets l feel shadows everywhere.
He's been so good to us.
Alms for a desperate woman
Ready!
-There, there, dear. Calm down. -No, l had him!
-l'd be twice the wife she was! -Lucy...
Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo
Oh, that was many years ago
"Lol" he said
-Lucy... -Said she took a poison
Come in.
-Don't they shine beautiful? -...was merely silver
Johanna!
Mr. T?
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett Tell you why
Though l am here on official business.
Come on.
But there's no place like London
Are we standing in an open trench?
in London go to obtain their hair?
There was another man who saw
We could have a life, us two.
To make-a the bristle Clean like a whistle
Will be yours
l like to see a man with a healthy appetite.
l'll steal
You, sir? No one's in the chair. Come on, come on.
Liked to gorge himself to bloatation, he did.
Mercy no, sir, look closer You'll notice it's grocer
Here we are, hot out of the oven.
Or should l run down the street to me old pal, Beadle Bamford?
Though it is my earnest wish ever to temperjustice with mercy,