Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ Translation from Spanish ] Up! Up, up, up, up!

Is that why you're here --

My back is useless.

my best friend.

[ Knock on door ]

She turns me into a flowerpot, and she feeds me

It's my painting!

You come with me.

My goddamn sister!

will offend many people --

That model, huh?

[ Both laughing ]

[ Translation from Spanish ] And she is the flame

Who knows? Let's take one disaster at a time.

the bitterness of life.

I told her she had to stay in bed.

- Salud! - Salud!

No, I don't think I'm Frida anymore.

[ Man singing indistinctly ]

This is Frida Kahlo.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

[ Chuckles ] You know, I don't believe in God,

It's the way he looks at you...

Lupe, please don't start.

And Siqueiros could be great

I suppose. If that's what you want.

It was just a fuck, that's all.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Is fidelity that important to you?

And she is a bird in flight

[ Mexican music plays ]

which I want you to look over professionally,

and out of the way,

In Russia -- oh, my God --

That's why we have the bridge.

There really hasn't been as much interest

It's my only good angle at the moment.

[ Footsteps echoing ]

Watch out, Diego! Lupe's coming back!

[ Music speeds ]

I'll introduce you to him. He'll want to photograph you.

But that letter came.

Of course he is insane,

So cold without you

What -- what do you care about my opinion?

I'm going, damn it! Give me back my fucking leg!

Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!

I'm afraid of looking for you and finding you

You've got quite a crowd out there.

Dark but affectionate

[ Shouting indistinctly ]

- Mrs.Rivera -- - But he's my son.

to have you and your wife in our home.

The doctor says you should eat more, for once.

and sold both of them,

I promise not to drink at my funeral.

She's much better than me.

It never formed properly.

The village, united, advance to the defeated!

Okay. Come on up here.

my faith in reason, in truth, in human solidarity --

But you -- you'll have your revolution

You wore such a beautiful embroidered smock, sad one

and when the judge asked him why he did it,

you begin to think that way.

and came out the vagina.

He didn't come home for three days.

MAN: Breaking all records,

Diego, this from a Communist who's getting rich

It's wonderful.

and fine as a butterfly's wing.

how is your Diego?

But the truth is the idea of history as a dialectic.

If you admire him, why don't you advise him

and I'm left knowing that I love you more than my own skin.

This is Frida Kahlo.

That's all that matters to you anyway.

it has made it indestructible.

What did you do with him?!

There was this skinny kid with these eyebrows

he said, But it was just a few small nips.

and... afterwards I might stay on at the Sorbonne.

Admit it, Guillermo.

two black coffees -- anything else?

A painter. No wonder. Mm-hmm.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

is to throw out all the real thinkers in the land.

and forgive me for reminding you,

So, you mean, the bridge is your love?

- [ Gasps ] - Now!

[ Birds chirping ]

I'd rather have an intelligent enemy

Comrade Rivera.

wrapped up in the guise of tradition

Dove! Dove! Did I say dog?

Half of them think you're a hero.

Do you want to ki--

Ay, Diego, they're starving. Let's feed them.

Did he like it?

It makes no sense. It was for his own well-being.

I'm like the green chile, sad one

And the burning bed floats higher

and very romantic.

Don't play with my honor...

Otherwise, like shit.

You know what I think of you and your stinking murals?

[ Distorted voices ]

[ Women praying softly in Spanish ]

Move it, idiot!

They're busy with the wedding.

[ Exhales deeply ]

But he's fine. Painting, I guess.

Our souls a bleeding accordion

[ Indistinct talking ]