Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You do enough damage to one another,
What a convenient diagnosis.
and I crave news from home.
[ Woman singing in French ]
So I'm asking you to please change this one detail.
He's not scared. Why should you be?
[ Sighs ]
But I'm being sincere.
Oh, come on.
the failure and the pain
[ Exhales deeply ]
Ah, maybe.
Yes.
[ Sighs ]
Diego.
You already sucked my son
He's not very optimistic.
[ Music playing in distance ]
She's in the apartment upstairs with my kids.
It was just a fuck, like a handshake.
You see, you're putting me in an impossible position.
Mr.Rivera.
DIEGO: I tell you, that kid was one of Siqueiros' boys.
No, no, Frida.
Why did you get married, Papa?
You'd still have won.
We thought the other was still alive in the prison.
She's a wonderful painter.
advance to the defeated!
This is a bar for workers, not for government whores.
CRISTINA: I don't want to talk.
Oh, don't be shy.
[ Sighs ] Ay.
A man stabbed his wife 22 times,
I have condemned my family...
Shit Like a cake
[ Chuckles ] What do you think?
Diego!
[ Metal clangs ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Get down!
she has made the last leg of our trip such a delight.
He's the best of friends and the worst of husbands.
Good, huh?
[ Bell dings ]
Yes.
I'm pregnant.
Frida...
I cannot love him for what he's not.
Sorry about that.
A short memory.
Maybe.
[ Sighs ]
[ Laughs ]
[ Mexican music plays ]
Okay.
Once more, where is your husband?
These are gangrened.
Burn
Stop!
The ghost of Frida Kahlo.
You are not a burden...
and kill half the poor to save them.
Diego, this letter is a lie.
We fought so much.
Thank you.
They should be. Let me see.
FRIDA: Breakfast.
MAN: What's your impression of New York, Mr.Rivera?
You know I adore you.
Ah!
He's depressed.
you do love me a little, don't you?
Because I'm actually wondering if he's right.
Look, I didn't come here for fun or to flirt.
Good luck to you.
He's like a big Mexican pinata with enough candy for everyone.
[ Translation from Spanish ] Oh, my little monster!
No. You come down.
[ Horn honks ]
- Take him inside! - Frida!
Jesus, Diego.
but you were better than your husband.
in this wonderful new planet Rivera.
No, don't get me wrong -- I love your paintings --
I-I-I don't believe...
Don't touch anything.
gravity.
We don't belong here.
Cristi.
[ Crowd shouting ]
What a beautiful bride you are.
When would you leave?
you can arrange for the drinking to be done close to home.
How long has your foot been like this?
In the night that catches fire
That's what I loved about your paintings --
I hate you Leave me alone
I'll sell some paintings.
Delicious...
Well, you've mastered it.