Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

So it's pretty fresh

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

Bay rum is very bracing.

Pops out there.

Only you didn't know it.

you have been brought before this bench.

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

How is it you sing anything?

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

lt was only partly singed when the chapel burned down.

Rest now, my friends

What may l do for you today, sir?

That's what makes the gravy grander!

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

-Haunted? -Yeah.

Must be standing near an open trench!

Nothing can harm you

-Mr. Todd! -Out!

i'd like to thank you, Anthony

weather-Watching

You're the expert in these matters.

There was a barber and his wife

No. Not Barker.

And she would fall

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

I'd want you beautiful and pale

Anyway, it's clean

Anything that's lean?

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

Your establishment is in Fleet Street, you say?

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

the closest shave you will ever know.

Anything what's slick, sir Soon sprouts curls

Wake up, Johanna

Later on when it's dark,

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

Signora, is Mr. Todd at home?

Die! God in heaven, die!

Toby! Throw the old woman out!

Pretty women Pretty women are a wonder

No matter. Come.

l have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir.

Yes, this'll do nicely.

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

And the vermin of the world inhabit it

bring a touch of gentility to the place.

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

Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays

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

It was-a the Pope!

You see, years ago, something happened up there.

Mr. Sweeney, whoever I beg-a you pardon

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

Plying his trade upstairs.

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

Rub a minute Stimulating, isn't it?

Had her chance for the moon on a string

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

Yes, sir, l agree.

Wouldn't that be smashing?

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

You'll dazzle the girl until

And I've just begun

And yet appropriate as always As you've said repeatedly

and what happened heaven knows how many years ago.