Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We could dance up here.

Another giant swing at mediocrity.

Manny! I need your help.

Oh, shit, we're here. Hey, Tony?

♪ I stroke it Every chance I get ♪

Next, Sidney Palmer. Today's white audiences

You fucked my life!

to reminisce about the old days,

[Lewis] You have to see Dresden. It's the most beautiful city in Germany.

and in it, you make him full-fledged retard.

My cousin Benny lives in Reseda with his wife and kids. I'll see if they're free.

[Nellie] I was just saying I think I should come further into the room.

Come on, you guys. You see how he just talks to me?

[Irving] Jack! It's Irv.

Actors change their appearance for roles.

You didn't have to do that, you know, to get my attention.

And he replies, "Do they need an electrician?"

[gunshot] [Manuel] All right, you motherfuckers!

[director] Cut! Cut!

You're Nellie LaRoy. Of course you have the money.

Welcome to your new home, Mr. Palmer.

[cheering continues]

Olga? Does this mean you don't like the rain machine I made you?

Calm down. I am calm, cabrón.

[Jimmy] You need to be on set in three hours. You'd better get some sleep.

Now remember, you are sad and lonely man. Right here.

Honey, you don't become a star. You either are one or you ain't.

[Otto] Action! [orchestra playing]

That's what counts.

I'll fucking... You doughboy!

You know she doesn't speak English? Neither does love.

Um, Tony, take Manny wherever he needs to go.

[typing] [door opens]

Okay. Two gin rickeys, uh, three French...

Huh. I do not care if the extras are revolting!

Now I do apologize, but I must resign briefly to the powder room.

Jack, can you say hi to my dad, please? Sure.

You know, you're not bad-looking.

All right, I can handle that.

[gunshot] [sizzling]

See that snake? See this man?

They're not really dead. Like literally, kill me.

It's a fucking hotbox! I get it, Bill.

God, I've never done nothing except disappoint people my whole life.

[engine starts]

Gentlemen. You have a good night, Nellie.

We're friendly.

[groans loudly]

How much? He's...

[opera music playing on radio]

[protestors chanting]

the people die and the cockroaches all survive?

What do you mean? It's gonna be great!

[snorting, hawking]

You know what happen if they find us.

Need you, Jack.

My folks didn't have the money or the education to go to the theater,

Here. 1312 Cahuenga.

The guy makes it by the kilo. It's not a big deal.

Yeah, why wouldn't they?

Ah, you are? [chuckles] Yeah.

Mr. Torres is gonna be working for us here at Kinoscope.

He is? Yeah. He's so bad at it.

Pay them, okay? I can't.

So you know what?

If you can just keep your right leg absolutely still.

And there'll be hundreds more like it, too.

One tear or two?

That is a wrap on Sid.

we can remake Miss LaRoy into an actress of sophistication.

Doesn't need it.

You're not in my debt. Whose money it is?

[slow jazz continues playing]

I'm gonna go get those cigars.

Jen. I just wanted you to look my way.

[engine starts]

You ever heard of Wyatt Earp?

My goodness, what is going on here?

I love you! I love you! Yes! Did you see that?

[Estelle] Jack!

Musicians, you're on a break. I wanna work with my actors for a second.

Oh, he did, did he? Okay, then I'll call back at 4:00. Thanks.

No, you're not. You're very nervous.

There's a girl asking after ya.

Hollywood has just become so stale. Don't you agree?

I don't know, maybe Niagara Falls.

may look up at that flickering screen

Any of you don't work gets a bullet in the fucking skull!

Where is that? It's just over the hill.

[audience member whistles]

That's very kind of him, but... Sounds great. Yeah.

[scratching continues]

up your rose-smellin', candy-tastin',

with Constance Moore.

They're looking for us. Get up. I don't feel good.

We crossed the border when I was 12.

And I added the "La," so it's "Nellie the King."

Hey, I'm not actually gonna fuck him.

and say for the very first time,

Dearest Jacky boy, we need to talk! I have a good story for you.

Playtime with potty time!

You look beautiful, okay?

Fucking motherfucker.

I'm Nellie LaRoy, dummy.

that maybe I shouldn't have.

Broke his hands just so his fingers could stretch across the keys better.

[Ruth] Oh, my God.

I heard Warners' screening last week was a train wreck.

We couldn't afford star fees even if we wanted to.

You cannot go home. I can't do this.

[band playing quietly]

I'm not used to this kind of people.

I can't believe you just...

...fucking help!

They still know how to party here, though. [chuckles]

I guarantee you, she's going to blow you away.

I'm sorry. [chuckles]

Um, Jack Conrad sent me.

Yeah, we fucking need... "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

[people chattering, laughing] José! José!

That's an uphill battle for anyone.

I'm saying if I fucking headbutt you across them funky-ass lips of yours,

Oh! I would fuck him

[music continues]

And when I'm done, I'm gonna dance my ass off into the night.

So, we're talking an elephant, plus Garbo,

[tires screeching]

Do you have either? Nope.

Fuck off. I listen to my fucking director, not the fucking sound guy!

[crew cheering, clapping]

I'm James McKay.

Let-Let-Let me explain. Please.

Just, uh, don't look at the fucking camera. Places!

Listen, Catherine. I don't care if they find us.

[Jonathan] Come on, Nellie. We'll approve your next picture.

One day, every person on every film shot this year will be dead.