Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Diego!
The ghost of Frida Kahlo.
[ Translation from Spanish ] Oh, my little monster!
What a convenient diagnosis.
Diego.
Frida...
Oh, don't be shy.
We fought so much.
- Take him inside! - Frida!
I have condemned my family...
Stop!
You'd still have won.
Mr.Rivera.
We thought the other was still alive in the prison.
He's depressed.
FRIDA: Breakfast.
I cannot love him for what he's not.
[ Mexican music plays ]
She's in the apartment upstairs with my kids.
In the night that catches fire
Yes.
Oh, come on.
Jesus, Diego.
and kill half the poor to save them.
Once more, where is your husband?
A short memory.
MAN: What's your impression of New York, Mr.Rivera?
Burn
He's the best of friends and the worst of husbands.
This is a bar for workers, not for government whores.
I'm pregnant.
I-I-I don't believe...
[ Horn honks ]
[ Music playing in distance ]
and I crave news from home.
You know I adore you.
She's a wonderful painter.
Cristi.
Good luck to you.
You see, you're putting me in an impossible position.
We don't belong here.
DIEGO: I tell you, that kid was one of Siqueiros' boys.
she has made the last leg of our trip such a delight.
You are not a burden...
you do love me a little, don't you?
Delicious...
He's like a big Mexican pinata with enough candy for everyone.
You do enough damage to one another,
advance to the defeated!
[ Chuckles ] What do you think?
No. You come down.
You already sucked my son
Thank you.
I'll sell some paintings.
But I'm being sincere.
[ Exhales deeply ]
Maybe.
Yes.
Okay.
These are gangrened.
[ Crowd shouting ]
What a beautiful bride you are.
in this wonderful new planet Rivera.
Ah, maybe.
CRISTINA: I don't want to talk.
They should be. Let me see.
No, no, Frida.
When would you leave?
Look, I didn't come here for fun or to flirt.
It was just a fuck, like a handshake.
[ Sighs ]
A man stabbed his wife 22 times,
Don't touch anything.
Good, huh?
gravity.
[ Sighs ]
Well, you've mastered it.
Why did you get married, Papa?
you can arrange for the drinking to be done close to home.
That's what I loved about your paintings --
Ah!
but you were better than your husband.
[ Woman singing in French ]
Sorry about that.
How long has your foot been like this?
Get down!
No, don't get me wrong -- I love your paintings --
I hate you Leave me alone
[ Bell dings ]
He's not very optimistic.
[ Sighs ] Ay.
He's not scared. Why should you be?
Because I'm actually wondering if he's right.
[ Sighs ]
the failure and the pain
Shit Like a cake
So I'm asking you to please change this one detail.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Metal clangs ]
[ Laughs ]
Diego, this letter is a lie.