Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-...are there, they're there -...there with you

-Letter-Writing -Flower-picking

Seems like the good Lord sent you for me.

If I cannot fly

Why did you scream?

Until we meet again.

-Now, come here, my love... -Do you mean it?

Now, signorini, signori We mix-a the lather

You gotta leave this all behind, you know.

You've been locked out of sight all these years

You know me, sir?

The geishas of Japan. The concubines of Siam.

A foolish barber and his wife

-have dreamed all your days -have dreamed all your days

How about a shave?

Half me earnings.

lt was me poor Albert's chair. Sit in it all day long he did,

That's Signor Pirelli's purse!

-Toby! -Coming!

Now, we got a body moldering away upstairs.

And I'm full ofjoy!

His throat was bare beneath my hand

Such practices.

And how could l ever forget you, Mr. Barker.

All good things come to those who can

And on the way back,

For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru

-Then he won't escape. -l don't know, Mr. Todd.

Money coming in regular-like.

People think it's haunted.

Congratulations, Mr. Todd.

You'd kill me, boy? Here l stand!

l'll come again when you have judge on the menu.

-Pretty women -Pretty women

But if l know a growing boy, there's still room for more pie, eh?

She poisoned herself.

Poor thing, poor thing

7:30 vaccinations are very bracing

Others can desert you Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there

Though, of course it tastes of wherever it's been

Didn't have an inkling, positively eerie

Not while l'm around

All those years without a scrap of motherly affection.

Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion Eminently practical

than any street mountebank.

Not to worry, not to worry I may not be smart, but I ain't dumb

Now, l leave you to the mercy of your children.

and it's filled with people who aren't gonna want to do shit

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

-Oh, pretty women -Pretty women, yes

Thank you, ma'am.

Until this moment l have spared the rod.

All she did for months was just lie there in bed

Such a sad girl and lonely, but beautiful, too and...

Who, with a gesture of his claw

Excellent, My Friend

Should've been in hospital

Try Pirelli's When they see how thick, sir

to come to some arrangement in regard to my poor children's hair.

-Even when they leave... -Even when they

Here we are. Tuck in.

Signor Pirelli's been called away. Better run after him.

Come, boy. Come!

Now to your purpose

Notjust-a the flash

It looks like it's molting

Think l'll just pop in on Mr. Todd for a tick.