Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, listen, lady, I, I, I, I really. I just...
makes my blood pressure spike.
-Rebecca: Stop it, Mama. -Kathleen: Stop what?
Every time a military jet flies over,
That means it wasn't Phil's fault
-Oh God. Really? -Rebecca: Yeah.
It's just seeing Kathleen
Right now,
if somebody from the clubfoot community
Oh, don't worry about Fosse.
That last part was unnecessary.
What are you talking about?
That means that Kathleen was the target.
It was sabotage. S-A-B-O-O...
Now get out of my room.
(exhales) To opening night.
Let's get it while it's hot.
* Anyone can see *
Michael: (grunting) Ava!
Charlie: It wasn't Phil's fault.
No, they put peanut butter in it. They're gonna kill again.
-Phil. -Kathleen: Okay, Bill,
Wait, why are you lying?
Oh baby. I saw the Crawford boy down the supermarket today.
-(audience cheering) -Man: Bravo!
This winter.
That bitch's teeth don't even match.
I just... thank you.
we are going to run this play
An aviator.
No, see, I knew that working with you would be
what Kathleen Townsend can do.
But when I saw him in those dress blues.
Michael: ...actress. You're a joke.
I mean, what Kathleen said, she's right.
we have to work.
Ava is getting a little info in the mail
I know.
(radio crackles)
felt like spring.
Michael, I'm desperate.
Does that shock you?
Michael: Oh.
Yes. But I saw the two of them backstage together,
I will dance on your grave.
* *
-That doesn't seem right. -The show is about to start.
* Pounding 42nd Street *
What the hell?!
July 12th, 1952.
with a talking wall.
It's a sellout. If he doesn't have a ticket...
After opening, this is all over.
it's all my responsibility.
that any man would ever want me.
Jesus. I-I got to talk to Kathleen.
Who wants a yummy, yummy
He liked the stars that moved fast,
Michael's silly little acting bug
but with Phil gone, I'm the stage manager
These fucking millennials.
Are you fucking kidding me? Immediately!
Kathleen: It feels like a storm is brewin'.
She's so present.
I almost broke my goddamn neck!
Did you close the windows, sweetheart?
That stage is an altar
With milk. Um, but not almond milk.
...what are you doing smoking that filthy thing in the house.
all of... this.
you would be remembered
-I'm done. I'm out. I quit. -Good.
So maybe you want to talk to your wife about it first.