Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's pretty nice.

The snake story. The snake story.

I don't need this shit. [gasping]

And, um, what are you doing here? Are you here for a movie or...

Bigger than what?

Sure. Um, I... I can have the studio set...

Just to match the other players.

Y-You want to talk with Mr. Thalberg?

Hold steady. What the...

I feel I should come further into the room. Right, but the microphone is...

I think I want to get that operation we discussed.

We're really excited about our new discovery, Nellie LaRoy.

[phone ringing]

Your friend Manuel pulled a lot of strings to get you in here.

The stairs are very steep, I think. I can be carried.

That's not the same thing. That's not the same. Didn't it? Aha! Why not?

Wilson, will you get us some drinks, please?

Billy, is your new rug really a Klikó?

I wish George could've seen it.

You're getting a sight. Let's try one more floor.

One unlucky girl who did not attend the festivities:

So show them that you're a lady of sophistication

and her voice sounds like a dying pig. [laughter]

[knocking continues]

I don't know. Um...

Now, if anyone stops this scene again, I will shit on you!

...a horse's cock and your anus. Didn't it?

[crew whooping, applauding]

They're waiting for you.

[car horns honking]

Five-minute warning for Miss Moore!

Your image is not helpful, and we don't need titles anymore.

I gotta run, sweetie. Yep.

Ain't life grand?

Jen. The, uh...

Isn't. And more attire next time.

And she sounds like a donkey.

But ain't you got any parties?

One more floor.

Can you hang onto this for me, please? Thanks.

come be sound chief at Kinoscope?

[speaking Cantonese]

[James] Do you want a drink?

Okay. Thank you.

She's changing the blocking with every take.

I'm from Granville, Ohio, so I know quiet.

You'll have to pay for that, ma'am. Oh. Okay.

And the rabbit finishes shittin' and he says, "No, I never do. Why?"

Just want you to know that I'm ready to change,

Georgie. Come on, come on.

Set patrol over there is Jim Kidd.

[emcee] Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please!

"Who knows what she might do? She's from Jersey, you know."

Do you know where I can find some drugs?

'Cause you can do anything if you set your mind to it.

[quietly] Well, hello, college. Cut! No good for sound.

That's why I did it quiet. Quiet, not inarticulate. You can't mumble.

Um, we seem to be out. What? We haven't used any.

Eh, good, good. Ah! Look at you!

Does Piggy like that?

And first, all this, all this fucking mess

[Ruth] Action! [gasps]

Gloria Swanson. What?

More whiskey! More whiskey!

Please don't kill me.

No. No. Of course not.

They're a bunch of... They're awful.

One's coming back in half an hour though.

[Max] And camera and sound!

Fuck! Grays Hall. "I just wanted to see... Who is this?"

plying your underaged fuckin' mistresses with fuckin' Beaujolais,

[no audible dialogue]

You can't stay here. They'll find you.

[The Count] Yeah, I've actually got...

Okay. [laughing] [speaking Spanish]

All right, no tits, everybody! We're shooting the men.

[grunts] [cackling]

[spouse speaking Spanish]

There'll be a hundred more Jack Conrads.

I'm nobody. I'm nobody. Que soy mexicano.

[director] Yes.

[Estelle] No, thank you. Doesn't look that bad, buddy.

Morphine, opium, ether, heroin, coke.

Nellie, I want to marry you.

Well, how about I talk it over with the studio?

and make sure I don't look too shiny. Yes, Mr. Conrad.

[toilet flushes] No, no, no, no. Singing.

What? You're sweating.

Not as it relates to this, sir, no.

Just wanted some air.

[up-tempo jazz playing]

Just, you know, make him... [cow moos]

This is Manny and The Count.

Do you know any good jokes, Nellie?

I want you to know that.

♪ When stroking my girl's ♪

[rhythmic chanting]

You got Bauhaus architecture. Fucking Bauhaus, you know?

of Valentino's death and Conrad's fifth betrothal,

Just wandering through?

Just go. Just go. Get her made up.

No, I had to get out of town for a few days.

Who's your contract with? Don't have one.

[director] Good luck with that.

Your coffee, Mr. Thalberg.

[ballad playing]

[tires screech]

He's also a fucking pussy. All that cock... [snorts] ...no balls.

Fuck. Lloyd. It's a million fucking degrees!

I got more ideas.

Of course you don't.

Me? Manuel. [Otto] Bullshit!

Bad communication? This is a truck for fucking horses, man!

We got a serious fucking situation.

Okay, all set here. Miss LaRoy? Yeah.

an orange blossom with brandy, three French 75s.

[music ends] [audience cheering]

Doesn't need you any more than it needs the roaches.

Turn today into tomorrow so that tomorrow's lonely man

[kisses, speaking Cantonese]

But in a hundred years, when you and I are both long gone,

We're gonna get married?

[screams] Fuck this shit!

if there's a big difference between a 2708 and a 2709. [chuckling]

The world's most fearless warrior.

Yeah, you and me. Yeah.

I go, "Harold, my croque monsieur is worth a lot more than a mime!"

He can play the piano and recite Lincoln and all this stuff.

Come here, you moola-minting money machine motherfucker!