Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pleasure. [kisses]

And then he says, "Hasta la vista, motherfucker."

A snake's getting fought!

Lead got sick mid-shoot. Quick start, quick wrap.

They'll edit it out in post. But I think we could get hurt...

Who gave you that?

Get out! Go! [speaking Italian]

But, madame, I can't help but wonder,

[upbeat jazz music playing]

[elephant grunting]

[electricity buzzing]

You have statues coming out of nowhere, everywhere you fucking turn.

And camera! And sound!

[glass shatters]

Let me help. I want to help.

slit her wrists at home.

[Nellie] Manny, I need to go home.

Thirty minutes.

We have to go now, pendejo cabrón!

[laughs] Sure, classes.

[photographer] Are... Are you really gonna be her husband?

You know what I mean by Bauhaus, don't you?

It's been over for a while. I'm sorry.

Just tear up over and over like it's nothing?

I'm sorry. [sobbing]

You remember your first time at sea?

I've always been on my own.

I know. I'll let you know how it is.

[person chattering] [car horns honking]

Oh, I hate you. I hate you. Come on.

Okay, okay, I'll stop.

I'm going to Europe, actually. Are you?

[audience member] Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Do you heat the syrup or do you let the pancake do the warming?

Blues keep her skinny. Don't say a word. I'm happy for you.

The man who puts gasoline in your tank goes to the movies why?

They'll find us.

You call my office 'cause we're gonna need more musicians.

...I want to see more of that real emotion.

[speaking Italian]

You got it? Okay, but... but you're going to be there, right?

You fucking piece-of-shit, fucking bullshit, fucking pussies!

It's gonna come through the front and just kind of stomp around.

Uh, who are you? I'm security.

"You are what gives me life."

and just say hi.

[groans] Heat the syrup? I agree!

and it's against the law to even deal with a rattlesnake. Gorgeous! Gorgeous!

[orchestra continues playing]

"No names. Just call me the wild child."

Fuck! "31 Grays Hall." Grays Hall, Grays Hall.

[band playing quietly]

Sweetie, come on. Please don't...

and all their ghosts will dine together,

You're just a cockroach.

Congratulations! Get a shot. Get it, get it, get it.

We're also gonna need two gin rickeys,

Manny! Come on, it's fun.

William Haines, good consonants.

Good evening, Officer. What exactly is going on here?

[siren stops] Camera! Camera!

Manny, I got it all figured out.

Who the fuck are all these people?

No, you want to know why they laughed.

Morning, Dale. Evening, Mr. Conrad.

[guest] ...pretend that everything's fine inside when all I feel is this void.

You go grab him. I'm good.

I think you got those cameras pointed in the wrong direction.

What the fuck was that? Hello? Hello?

It's, uh... It's very late and we have to go. Oh, no, no, it's worth it.

Oh... [crowd cheering, chanting]

A flag? He ran into it himself.

plus others tonight at Don Wallach's house, is that right?

Why they laughed.

No, it's the money that he makes.

What about you? Where would you go? Sorry?

Madame? Let's chat.

Close-up on Constance!

Isn't that right, honey? That's right.

You're where you belong.

Two-seven... Okay.

You know what we gotta do?

Where are you going?

I don't want a fucking discount! I...

you will be alive again.

Every camera's been loaned out. Fuck.

Can you stop drinking? We are not shooting yet!

[coughs] Uh, anywhere.

They're no worse than movie people.

There'll be no more of that kind of thing, I can assure you.

You heard me, you whiny bitch. Excuse me?

Left for the day. Huh. Well, here's what I'm gonna do.

Gin, lemon, triple sec and Kina Lillet with a dash of absinthe.

maybe you'd be home long enough to fucking practice.

An earthquake could wipe this town off the map

No air conditioning? [chuckling] It's too loud.

Um, a studio executive.

Uh, well, sir. And you?

We can have lunch together. Yeah, for sure.

Hello? Spurts and fits.

I'm gonna fix it.

He's here now. He'd love to buy you guys a drink.

could be what the discovery of perspective was for painting,

Hey. The ass-pincher!

[laughing] [Robert] Holy fuck!

Lives in Brentwood now. [Otto] This is bullshit!

[explosion] Jack, every time you wear a prosthetic, we lose money.

We bring him through the front.

This can't be where we... Where are we?

I'm telling you, I can't stay in there that long.

"It's Joanne from 31 Grimes Hall. I just..."

See? You see that?

[breathing raggedly]

[horses whinnying]

Right here! Stop, stop, stop!

I'm the sick one! I'm the fuckin' crazy one!

[Sidney] It's not a threat, it's just what it is.

Yeah. All right, Kapitän.

[Nellie whooping]

It's okay. Yeah?

♪ She works me to a sweat ♪ [audience applauding]

Besides, I'm already a star.

Oh! I would fuck him. Wow.

Have you ever heard of Alexander Scriabin?

[speaking Spanish]

[camera whirring]

You can be in the fucking Wild West! You can be in fucking space!

[Catherine whispering] Please, before it's too late.

♪ It's my girl's pussy ♪

Who's writing the titles on this?

How's that for camera? Much better, Ruth.

I got it last spring. One of a kind.

[glass shatters]