Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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