Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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