Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Either you demonstrate you can handle this,
Imagine a mad scientist,
he's naturally overwhelmed by the enormous world around him.
It's not the work. That's everything we hoped it would be.
"Truth has nothing to fear from error where reason is left free to combat it."
Nobody could ever tell you what to do.
What do you think?
It is not for us to say why he was taken from us so unexpectedly.
Come on.
Not really.
went to convent school.
I'm on my way.
Ideals that any dirt-poor,
- Who's hiring? - MGM.
I was only 16 when I was cast in Stop! Look! Listen!
God bless William Randolph Hearst.
"There are meters of accent and meters of tone,
I am asking everyone in the MGM family to take a painful step.
Let me take off these clothes.
No!
A form of creative vivisection.
- I am. - Who would you vote for?
Why do you put up with me, Schnutz?
Now, along comes nemesis.
you'd be ashamed of yourself.
Anybody seen anything good lately?
I would. Do you sing?
This time, banjo-eyed son of a bitch, let it hit the floor.
Nicht wahr?
who has forgotten all she ever learned about the Battle of Hastings?
Well, there's clean, and there's clean.
So what do we do?
And whatever you decide,
- At what? - Changing my mind.
The story is so scattered, I'm afraid one will need a road map.
Haven't been since we got here.
It's Herman Mankiewicz. Where is he?
I'd tell him you said that, only he'd think you were brownnosing.
Here, here, and here.
We want W.C. Fields.
- Wouldn't you think? - Uh, the road, Tommy.
Do ît, you fucking junk de aler! I'II stiII bè the better mañ!
Quite handsome.
you'd be that keenly interested in the honoring of words.
- Hello. - Mank, it's Shelly.
- From the original Latin. - Don't patronize me.
What's a concentration camp?
- Or shall I call you Herman? - No. Please, call me Mank.
and this little home may not be much, but it's all I have left.
Knock it off!
Well, I'm voting for Frank Merriam because I wanna keep our way of life.
Since when don't Paramount use writers by the truckload?
Guilty.
Well, we see a different kind of Paramount picture.
- What a great night. Great result. - I'll drink to that.
It's the best thing I've ever written.
- Isn't bribery a crime? - That's what Sinclair said.
I don't know. I'm so worried.
- Sara said you wanted this number. - Just to hear your voice.
"It's what God might've built had he had the money."
Mank.
What's so funny?
- And I intend to protect it. - Poor old woman.
Got a taxi from Morro Bay.
- Marion might be interested. - Well, you're gonna have to hurry.
But now, there are things about us together…
- Hello. - Mank?
You know what we call those people?
- Ooh, tails! That's it! - God damn it!
That oughta count for something.
I thought you'd wanna know there's a rumor in town
You want I should make a picture about a prostitute?
Maybe the informed of California were late leaving work.
will not allow his films to be shown in the Fatherland.
People think MGM stands for Mig Glack Menis it actually stands for mildo gor mou
Mr. Mankiewicz, please don't ask us to help you in this sad deception.
It's for you.
Remind me never again to work with a washed-up alcoholic!
…um, uh, discarded pages scattered at his feet.
- Any rest? - Haven't seen a sunrise yet.
can't get unanimous support from his own studio?
What I wanna know is what you think of it.
I don't know who thought of it, but it keeps a lot of us off the streets.
Well, well.
Yep. Yes, I know the clock…
Seventy-six pages.
And tonight, we're celebrating our great friend's birthday
Yet you can't convince starving voters that a turncoat socialist
Where were we?
Perfect place to dry out.
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
And he left his impeccable taste, his incredible attention to detail,
- Yes? Hello? - They're getting him.
I hate to tell you, anyone who can rub three words together
You could always produce.
That bush in the front yard,
Speaking of socialists, how about Upton Sinclair's book?
George is fine, kid.
Hold still.
My boy, there are three work rules at this studio.
I am as your servant Moses, though I won't work half as cheap.
Hmm. A weeping priest?
Uh, caring for clan Mankiewicz.
"Junior writers only paid $750 a week."
You do that.
And that, my friends, is a sin and an error.
Assisted by his faithful Sancho,
she said, "Kick a little higher."
What's wrong?
Goodbye.