Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

MITCH: Hey, Ruddy!

JOE: You're a capo

should be shooting people, not singing!

Ice-blue, baby.

what he's got in mind for "The Godfather."

How'd you get on the lot?

If you don't string together some hits,

Don't be scared. What did he say?

No, no, no, I told him if he doesn't pay me in six months,

You're Albert Ruddy.

- Cheers. - BOB: Cheers.

What? Is he deaf?

Ruddy, just relax, okay? You're making me nervous.

You think it's about the drug trade

He needs to lose weight.

BETTYE: I had a really lovely time.

- Oh, boy. - Mm-hmm.

That was, like, three paragraphs.

You've read "The Godfather," right?

BOB: Well, you are officially now

and I will give you total creative control.

all on your own, buddy.

after the wedding, I mean, priceless.

and you caught me on a good day.

We're gonna find our own "Great Escape."

The florist fucked up.

You're in director jail.

We like to pay homage to the movie whenever we can,

A few grand to the bank,

[chuckles] Thank you, Charlie.

The girl dies at the end? Who wants to see that?

[upbeat dramatic music]

Barry, did you-- did you read "Love Story"?

I thought this book was the one.

Huh, Paramount.

- What are you doing? - What?

You're not even paying attention to it.

Redford will never do this for a million five all-in.

but at the end, they come back for each other.

Well, that's more than most people can say, no?

A girl never reveals her secrets.

How perfect is that?

Joe, you have earned a seat at the table amongst us.

Could've saved you the hassle.

He's, uh, the head of the family.

[upbeat jazz music]

CANDIDA: "The New York Times'" Dick Schaap,

like all you comedy writers.

He's probably just checking in to find out what's next.

that's supposed to be a real fighetta,

NANCY: You'll be my first.

in regards to a project for Robert Redford.

That's my pitch.

the way the commission chooses.

and a singer, world-famous, who's a disgusting pervert

No, I hustled him.

Ask and you shall receive.[chuckles]

- Right now? - Yeah.

Well, it makes us look stupid.

How are you? Nice. Enjoying?

[chuckles] I mean, I'm a--

I won't wait forever.[line disconnects]

I respect whatever you decide.

But the Don wants this son,

CHARLIE: [sighs]

well, I'm just gonna send everybody home,

and I'll bend over for him if it doesn't.

It's a land of opportunity,

that this script was worth it,

Uh, Paramount, holding for Mr. Warner.

call him Michael...

My mom used to take me every Saturday.

The Blacks got the NAACP.

DIRECTOR: Okay, let's get ready for picture.