Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Die! God in heaven, die!

Anything that's lean?

Plying his trade upstairs.

and what happened heaven knows how many years ago.

Later on when it's dark,

We shouldn't try it though, till it's legal for two!

-Mr. Todd! -Out!

Pretty women Pretty women are a wonder

Must be standing near an open trench!

you have been brought before this bench.

Wouldn't that be smashing?

What may l do for you today, sir?

Rub a minute Stimulating, isn't it?

Bay rum is very bracing.

Wake up, Johanna

Toby. Hush, lad, you're not going anywhere.

No. Not Barker.

i'd like to thank you, Anthony

You're the expert in these matters.

Tell you what, why don't you tell Mrs. Lovett

Rest now, my friends

They go right down to the sewers, and the smells come up.

Signora, is Mr. Todd at home?

And the vermin of the world inhabit it

lt was only partly singed when the chapel burned down.

weather-Watching

And life is for the alive, my dear So let's keep living it

Nothing can harm you

So it's pretty fresh

And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste

Yes, sir, l agree.

Cor, me bones is weary Toby! One for the gentleman

Your establishment is in Fleet Street, you say?

And yet appropriate as always As you've said repeatedly

Yes, this'll do nicely.

No matter. Come.

You'll dazzle the girl until

And it's filled with people who are filled with shit

You ought to slow down a bit, lad. lt'll go straight to your head.

Pops out there.

Toby! Throw the old woman out!

Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil Sign of the devil. City on fire!

Anyway, it's clean

l feel bad for you, going up and down all these stairs.

the closest shave you will ever know.

How is it you sing anything?

Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays

-Haunted? -Yeah.

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

Had her chance for the moon on a string

And she would fall

I'd want you beautiful and pale

Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways.

You see, years ago, something happened up there.

That's what makes the gravy grander!

There was a barber and his wife

l have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir.

And I've just begun

Only you didn't know it.

Anything what's slick, sir Soon sprouts curls

It was-a the Pope!

Mr. Sweeney, whoever I beg-a you pardon

-can man require than love, sir -can man require

And if you're beautiful what then with yellow hair, like wheat

bring a touch of gentility to the place.

So, what are we gonna do about the boy then?