Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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