Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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