Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

plying your underaged fuckin' mistresses with fuckin' Beaujolais,

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

Morphine, opium, ether, heroin, coke.

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

[ballad playing]

I got more ideas.

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

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

One unlucky girl who did not attend the festivities:

Billy, is your new rug really a Klikó?

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

Turn today into tomorrow so that tomorrow's lonely man

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

an orange blossom with brandy, three French 75s.

[car horns honking]

I think I want to get that operation we discussed.

Set patrol over there is Jim Kidd.

[music ends] [audience cheering]

I don't know. Um...

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

I wish George could've seen it.

Wilson, will you get us some drinks, please?

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

Ain't life grand?

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

Not as it relates to this, sir, no.

So show them that you're a lady of sophistication

I want you to know that.

They're waiting for you.

Jen. The, uh...

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

[James] Do you want a drink?

Nellie, I want to marry you.

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

[spouse speaking Spanish]

One more floor.

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

[grunts] [cackling]

Just to match the other players.

Just wandering through?

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

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

And first, all this, all this fucking mess

Do you know any good jokes, Nellie?

Bigger than what?

Gloria Swanson. What?

We got a serious fucking situation.

I don't need this shit. [gasping]

[director] Yes.

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

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

Georgie. Come on, come on.

[speaking Cantonese]

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

Do you know where I can find some drugs?

[Max] And camera and sound!

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

Isn't. And more attire next time.

♪ When stroking my girl's ♪

[phone ringing]

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

And she sounds like a donkey.

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

[crew whooping, applauding]

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

We're gonna get married?

[director] Good luck with that.

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

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

[tires screech]

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

Okay, all set here. Miss LaRoy? Yeah.

[no audible dialogue]

Me? Manuel. [Otto] Bullshit!

Just go. Just go. Get her made up.

Just wanted some air.

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

Five-minute warning for Miss Moore!

She's changing the blocking with every take.

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

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

[rhythmic chanting]

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

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

come be sound chief at Kinoscope?

There'll be a hundred more Jack Conrads.

I gotta run, sweetie. Yep.

But ain't you got any parties?

What? You're sweating.

No. No. Of course not.

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

One's coming back in half an hour though.

Come here, you moola-minting money machine motherfucker!

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

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

[kisses, speaking Cantonese]

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

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

[Ruth] Action! [gasps]

Hold steady. What the...

[knocking continues]

Okay. [laughing] [speaking Spanish]

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

[screams] Fuck this shit!

Does Piggy like that?

More whiskey! More whiskey!

Please don't kill me.

This is Manny and The Count.

[up-tempo jazz playing]

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

You got Bauhaus architecture. Fucking Bauhaus, you know?

It's pretty nice.

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

Of course you don't.

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

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

Okay. Thank you.

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

Y-You want to talk with Mr. Thalberg?

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

Your coffee, Mr. Thalberg.

The snake story. The snake story.

Yeah, you and me. Yeah.

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

The world's most fearless warrior.

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

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