Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A shooting star!
Oh, love, l feel quite the same way.
Think how snug it'll be Underneath our flannel
Now, Mr. T, surely one's enough for today.
Is that squire on the fire?
A pious vulture of the law
She was his reason and his life
There's no one she knows there Poor dear, poor thing
He won't be back.
Johanna elope with you?
ln order to shield her from the evils of this world,
Larks never will, you know When they're captive
So, is we got a deal?
Once it bubbles Then what's to do?
Service them well and hold their custom,
Something not very nice.
You great useless thing.
Don't distress yourself What's your rush?
poor thing...
By the sea, Mr. Todd We'll be comfy-cozy
Sir, l bow to a skill far greater than my own.
l'd like to thank you, Anthony.
The worst pies in London
And though I'll think of you, I guess Until the day I die
No, no, not lied at all No, l never lied
Reminds me of my dear Albert.
Alms!
She bows to your every will
And he was beautiful
City on fire
...the way I've dreamed you are
You are a Paragon of Integrity.
Hang on.
He's here every Thursday. ltalian. All the rage he is.
I'll steal you, Johanna!
What is this? What are you talking about?
My faithful friend
Can't really remember, can you?
Much as l do appreciate tonsorial doormen
What's that?
Come in.
He had this wife, you see
You know there's nothing l wouldn't do for you.
Do you see these razors?
So don't you go trespassing there, or it's a good whipping for you,
It take-a panache It take-a the passion for the art
May the good Lord smile on you.
You heard what Judge Turpin said, little man.
Require the grace Require the flair
The king of the barbers The barber of kings
l've sweated in a living hell on a false charge.
Was it quick, sir? Did it in a tick, sir?
hsq beats this is crazy
-What more -What more
Foolishness.
Now, what do you intend we should do about that, then?
That's nice, dear.
Times is so hard, why don't you rent it out?
And no wonder with the price of meat what it is
By the sea, Mr. Todd Oh, l know you'd love it
He was there all right Only not so contrite
Do you hear me?
Good grind.
What is that?
She wasn't no match for such craft you see
-She'll be here soon, you say? -Yes.
-Ale there! -Right, ma'am!
The Judge has repented, she thinks Poor thing
Excellent, my friend.
Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors
This is from early infancy The talent give to me
-Door's closed properly. -This is a grinder.
Me eyelids'll flutter, I'll turn into butter The moment l mutter l do!
Everything I did, I swear, I thought
A sailor must know the ways of the world, yes?
Those crunching noises pervading the air?
Make haste, and if we wed You'll be commended, sir
And l say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud,
You might say that you was inspiration to me.
-And to anyone at all! -And to anyone at all!