Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Yeah. All right, Kapitän.

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

Thirty minutes.

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

Hey. The ass-pincher!

Besides, I'm already a star.

And camera! And sound!

We can have lunch together. Yeah, for sure.

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

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

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

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

Pleasure. [kisses]

Manny! Come on, it's fun.

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

[groans] Heat the syrup? I agree!

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

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

Morning, Dale. Evening, Mr. Conrad.

Hello? Spurts and fits.

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

Uh, well, sir. And you?

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

[electricity buzzing]

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

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

Have you ever heard of Alexander Scriabin?

You're just a cockroach.

We're also gonna need two gin rickeys,

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

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

Why they laughed.

[orchestra continues playing]

[glass shatters]

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

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

Who gave you that?

Two-seven... Okay.

Right here! Stop, stop, stop!

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

and all their ghosts will dine together,

See? You see that?

Uh, who are you? I'm security.

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

A flag? He ran into it himself.

No, it's the money that he makes.

[person chattering] [car horns honking]

Let me help. I want to help.

Madame? Let's chat.

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

Get out! Go! [speaking Italian]

slit her wrists at home.

What about you? Where would you go? Sorry?

Manny, I got it all figured out.

Close-up on Constance!

could be what the discovery of perspective was for painting,

[coughs] Uh, anywhere.

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

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

A snake's getting fought!

They'll find us.

You know what we gotta do?

We bring him through the front.

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

[laughs] Sure, classes.

You're where you belong.

[siren stops] Camera! Camera!

You remember your first time at sea?

It's okay. Yeah?

and just say hi.

An earthquake could wipe this town off the map

Who's writing the titles on this?

[laughing] [Robert] Holy fuck!

[Nellie whooping]

Every camera's been loaned out. Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

[glass shatters]

I'm sorry. [sobbing]

You go grab him. I'm good.

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

Who the fuck are all these people?

I got it last spring. One of a kind.

No, you want to know why they laughed.

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

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

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

[Nellie] Manny, I need to go home.

What the fuck was that? Hello? Hello?

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

[speaking Italian]

Oh! I would fuck him. Wow.

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

We have to go now, pendejo cabrón!

♪ It's my girl's pussy ♪

I'm gonna fix it.

Where are you going?

[horses whinnying]

Can you stop drinking? We are not shooting yet!

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

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

William Haines, good consonants.

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

I've always been on my own.

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

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

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

you will be alive again.

You heard me, you whiny bitch. Excuse me?

Okay, okay, I'll stop.

[upbeat jazz music playing]

[camera whirring]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[elephant grunting]

"You are what gives me life."

[breathing raggedly]

Um, a studio executive.

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

They're no worse than movie people.

[speaking Spanish]

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

Oh... [crowd cheering, chanting]

[band playing quietly]