Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Really? And why was that?
Why are you acting like some dumb ward heeler?
I mean, you know all kinds of things.
No dice, for now, but they're on their uppers. Whether they...
Many stars have, and now they twinkle elsewhere.
loud and long enough, they're apt to believe it."
As is Mr. Houseman.
- Speed. - Speed! Action!
- What? - He had a whole box.
♪ Happy birthday, dear Louis ♪
I hope we won't need your sympathy, Mr. Mankiewicz.
All this talk is so much pissing in the wind.
Well, I haven't seen you since Shelly Metcalf's.
The Germans are a thoughtful, considerate people.
Yeah. Mr. Monkeywitz could use some coffee.
The ladies will scandalize the neighborhood
I should've insisted she take some time.
But every morning, a sweet elderly woman dresses him in a fine suit of clothes.
Please tell me you got the gun.
Ha! Come now, Mank. Upton Sinclair as Thomas Jefferson?
As soon as FDR reopens the banks, you'll get back every penny.
to buy us both, Schnutz.
I've never been fired.
to a competitor in the middle of the night.
- Checking in. How are you getting around? - Gingerly.
and every time I do decide to dance, every time…
I've saved the best for last.
Given your current health, I wonder if you're up to it.
- Am not. - Are too.
You don't think anyone old enough to vote is gonna buy this shit?
I need a status report. Boys, come on in.
And I'm sorry I ever cared.
In the beginning, we couldn't agree on an approach.
I am very happy to accept this award
And don't mind Joe.
Or who it's meant to be.
Mank! Are you okay?
she studied nutrition back in the old country.
in the manner in which the screenplay was written,
- No, no. What's "nerts"? - Nerts is Brooklynese for "nuts."
and started burning books.
Is he with you?
Orson, please…
I think what you mean,
Hello?
It must be hard to be on the receiving end of that.
As a moving picture, it's more than good.
He'd like to speak with Mr. Houseman.
Frankly, I think what I said upset you.
Accepting for both is the president of RKO Radio Pictures,
Jack, get me some Cuban cigars.
I never would've thought it possible.
that no one could possibly…
- Communists? - Anarchists?
They let me go just as I achieved perfect equilibrium.
News travels fast.
- "We"? - I don't think he's going to take it well.
A collection of fragments that leap around in time,
Then we'll all be working for 75 bucks a week.
Alone in his unfinished, already decaying pleasure palace,
"Ivory, her hands, and her whiteness, snow."
Mayer's buyout was rejected.
Thalberg said this was your idea.
- "Banjo-eyed." - Son of a bitch?
I mean, how do you hope to be done in 14… 13 days?
Enough about Nazis.
- Of course it is. - I think it's time we talked.
You're barely trying.
in writing, on the back of the purchase check.
Never stood a chance.
That surprises you?
First positions!
Why, that man's a socialist.
What's this, a racing form?
Oh, my God. Of course I remember you, C.C.
No notes.
It's got that raw newsreel feel, hasn't it?
Isn't that right, Louis?
- I didn't know Herman had a brother. - Neither does anyone else.
- Long night? - A short one. Plagued by spirits.
except when it comes to selling his last name
Stop crying for your just deserts, or they're liable to give them to you.
M-A-N-K-I-E-W-I-C, and outta nowhere, a Z.
Uh… Ed?
Maybe I didn't always, back when he was my social security.
I can't tell you what this means to him, Louis.
Every moment of my life is treacherous.
And how's Marie Antoinette coming together?
but it's too radical for the boys in the back.
But every full moon, the monster awakens and raises unholy hell with the villagers.
…the good Republican,
Dad when I’m around Hang on to me
There. God's punishing you.
Well, since you like working nights, Rita here runs on London time.
He wants to see me right away. Wouldn't tell me why.
to see how long it would take a falling leaf to hit the ground.
- Thank you, W.R. - Good to see you, Irving.
The dreaded yet foreseeable "but."
Happy birthday!
Yes. Yes, he's right here.
No, not at all. Everything's going absolutely according…
But I am writing an opera.
You obviously don't know my aunt. If you're not doing anything, come along.
Do tell.
And let me let you in on a little secret.
But.
What's German for blabbermouth?
Ah.
We gave him our solemn word we would deliver.
I've gotta run. Kiss the offspring.
Tell me something, Mank. The truth.
Close the door.
Well, as they say in the Bronx, "Make yourself to home," Mr. Mankiewicz.
Narrator, "There, last month,
Now, let's hope it makes more sense than the last.
What's our valiant laddie have to say for the cause...
No one should have to hear me sing. Isn't that right, Sara?
a letter from the gallant "leftenant"?
This is all Pops's idea. He wants me ready to take on the talkies.
- Who? - Herman Mankiewicz.
Looks like you found work, C.C.
- Good people, the man is an author. - As was Thomas Jefferson.
Heads, you bastard!
- Whoever had that idea? - It's not good?
- You're a junior writer, Joe. - So?
Freda, you mustn't let him intimidate you.
Rolling!
"America's unemployed will invade the Golden State."