Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah. All right, Kapitän.

Can you stop drinking? We are not shooting yet!

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

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

Close-up on Constance!

Thirty minutes.

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

No, you want to know why they laughed.

Let me help. I want to help.

"You are what gives me life."

Hey. The ass-pincher!

Two-seven... Okay.

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

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

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

Hello? Spurts and fits.

An earthquake could wipe this town off the map

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

We bring him through the front.

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

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

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

Get out! Go! [speaking Italian]

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

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

Pleasure. [kisses]

♪ It's my girl's pussy ♪

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

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

slit her wrists at home.

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

[horses whinnying]

[laughing] [Robert] Holy fuck!

[laughs] Sure, classes.

[siren stops] Camera! Camera!

Uh, well, sir. And you?

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

Morning, Dale. Evening, Mr. Conrad.

Who the fuck are all these people?

What about you? Where would you go? Sorry?

and all their ghosts will dine together,

Right here! Stop, stop, stop!

What the fuck was that? Hello? Hello?

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

[electricity buzzing]

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

We have to go now, pendejo cabrón!

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

William Haines, good consonants.

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

[band playing quietly]

[glass shatters]

Manny, I got it all figured out.

[Nellie] Manny, I need to go home.

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

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

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

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

[groans] Heat the syrup? I agree!

and just say hi.

[elephant grunting]

No, it's the money that he makes.

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

could be what the discovery of perspective was for painting,

You heard me, you whiny bitch. Excuse me?

And camera! And sound!

It's okay. Yeah?

Besides, I'm already a star.

You know what we gotta do?

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

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

Who gave you that?

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

Manny! Come on, it's fun.

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

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

You remember your first time at sea?

[Nellie whooping]

They'll find us.

[coughs] Uh, anywhere.

Oh! I would fuck him. Wow.

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

Who's writing the titles on this?

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

You're where you belong.

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

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

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

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

[glass shatters]

A snake's getting fought!

I'm gonna fix it.

I got it last spring. One of a kind.

You're just a cockroach.

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

You go grab him. I'm good.

[breathing raggedly]

They're no worse than movie people.

[speaking Italian]

[person chattering] [car horns honking]

Okay, okay, I'll stop.

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

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

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

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

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

We can have lunch together. Yeah, for sure.

[camera whirring]

I'm sorry. [sobbing]

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

you will be alive again.

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

Uh, who are you? I'm security.

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

[orchestra continues playing]

Have you ever heard of Alexander Scriabin?

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

[speaking Spanish]

Where are you going?

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

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

Um, a studio executive.

We're also gonna need two gin rickeys,

[upbeat jazz music playing]

See? You see that?

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

Why they laughed.

A flag? He ran into it himself.

Oh... [crowd cheering, chanting]

Every camera's been loaned out. Fuck.

Madame? Let's chat.

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

I've always been on my own.