Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
Sir, a gentleman knocks before entering a lady's room.
See this one shine
Come on, love.
-I love you! -What have l done?
Walk home with me.
lf you get my drift.
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
-They get it from the lunatics at Bedlam. -l don't understand.
Mr. Todd!
I mean, with the price of meat what it is
She had yellow hair.
Are your nostrils a-quiver and tingling as well
The catamites of Greece. The harlots of lndia.
Benjamin Barker.
-Yes, sir, you gandered. -l meant no harm.
An honor to receive your patronage, my lord.
'Twas Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
I feel you
What did your Lucy look like?
Barber?
Not while l'm around
Down by the sea Married nice and proper
l'd be forever in your debt.
A stylish trimming of the hair?
No, you see the trouble with poet is how do you know it's deceased?
You're looking less than your best, my lord
Avoiding talking to customers at work
Why doesn't the Beadle come?
Oh, look, Johanna! A star!
My mind is far from easy.
Ready.
Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder Eminently practical
You are a paragon of integrity.
Save a lot of graves Do a lot of relatives favors
Popping pussies into pies
Or someplace worse.
he's surely done something to warrant a hanging.
For the rest of us, death will be a relief
That man is dead.
'Scuse me, sir. Gave me a fright.
Lawyer's rather nice.
lt take-a the skill lt take-a the brains
You are no match, sir.
But there was worse yet to come poor thing
Smell that air. City on fire!
l don't need to, l won't never Hide a thing from you
Here, drink this, you'll need it The worst pies in London
(When it’s grey sweatpants season) Yes, ma’m, you gandered. I meant no harm.
-Combing out their hair -Combing out their hair
But l don't know anyone in London, you see.
Pardon me, sir what's that awful stench?
Silver. Yes.
You lied to me.
Comes out there.
Hush, love, hush Think it through
Funny we should be having this little chat right now.
Poor bugger.
concocted from piss and ink.
That's her name, Johanna.
Anything you say
At last. My arm is complete.
And l need somewhere safe to bring her till l've hired a coach to take us away.
That she is.
-He has her locked in a madhouse. -Johanna.
Seems an awful waste
l completely understand.
Whisper, I'll listen
The years, no doubt, have changed me, sir.
We'll have chums over every Friday By the sea
Excuse me, my lord May I request, my lord
At Last,
Of course.
-Just the sentence we wanted. -Was he guilty?
Poor thing...
Easy now. Hush, love, hush
There's powder upon your vest, my lord And stubble upon your cheek
All this shouting and running about.
Silhouetted
except a seagull?
Good, you got it
Nothing's gonna harm you, darling Not while l'm around
Demons'll charm you with a smile For a while
Tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen to me.
When you get it, if you get it
But not for long!
Nothing, sir. Nothing. May we proceed?
Rest now, my friend
Send him up!
Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared
Yes, sir.
But did she come down from her tower?
Mr. Todd sent me on an errand.
Come with me. We'll get you a nice tumbler of gin, eh?