Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I don't know. Um...

Yeah, you and me. Yeah.

an orange blossom with brandy, three French 75s.

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

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

Do you know where I can find some drugs?

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

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

The world's most fearless warrior.

I wish George could've seen it.

One's coming back in half an hour though.

Nellie, I want to marry you.

We got a serious fucking situation.

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

[kisses, speaking Cantonese]

Bigger than what?

And first, all this, all this fucking mess

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

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

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

Wilson, will you get us some drinks, please?

I don't need this shit. [gasping]

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

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

There'll be a hundred more Jack Conrads.

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

Not as it relates to this, sir, no.

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

You got Bauhaus architecture. Fucking Bauhaus, you know?

Does Piggy like that?

Gloria Swanson. What?

Just go. Just go. Get her made up.

I want you to know that.

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

We're gonna get married?

It's pretty nice.

Five-minute warning for Miss Moore!

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

Y-You want to talk with Mr. Thalberg?

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

The snake story. The snake story.

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

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

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

♪ When stroking my girl's ♪

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

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

Your coffee, Mr. Thalberg.

[Ruth] Action! [gasps]

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

[no audible dialogue]

[speaking Cantonese]

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

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

Ain't life grand?

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

Okay, all set here. Miss LaRoy? Yeah.

[rhythmic chanting]

[screams] Fuck this shit!

I gotta run, sweetie. Yep.

Just wanted some air.

Turn today into tomorrow so that tomorrow's lonely man

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

[crew whooping, applauding]

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

I got more ideas.

[phone ringing]

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

[knocking continues]

One more floor.

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

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

[car horns honking]

I think I want to get that operation we discussed.

come be sound chief at Kinoscope?

No. No. Of course not.

[grunts] [cackling]

[up-tempo jazz playing]

Please don't kill me.

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

[James] Do you want a drink?

Set patrol over there is Jim Kidd.

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

Come here, you moola-minting money machine motherfucker!

[director] Good luck with that.

[spouse speaking Spanish]

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

She's changing the blocking with every take.

[Max] And camera and sound!

Do you know any good jokes, Nellie?

So show them that you're a lady of sophistication

[tires screech]

They're waiting for you.

Of course you don't.

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

Morphine, opium, ether, heroin, coke.

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

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

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

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

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

Georgie. Come on, come on.

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

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

Okay. Thank you.

More whiskey! More whiskey!

What? You're sweating.

Just to match the other players.

[music ends] [audience cheering]

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

[director] Yes.

Hold steady. What the...

And she sounds like a donkey.

Just wandering through?

Okay. [laughing] [speaking Spanish]

One unlucky girl who did not attend the festivities:

Billy, is your new rug really a Klikó?

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

Me? Manuel. [Otto] Bullshit!

But ain't you got any parties?

This is Manny and The Count.

plying your underaged fuckin' mistresses with fuckin' Beaujolais,

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

[ballad playing]

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

Jen. The, uh...

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

Isn't. And more attire next time.