Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, the XF-11 flew quite well for an hour and 45 minutes.
Negative, Howard. Bring her home.
I'll try for the Wilshire Country Club. Ninth hole. You reading me?
...female companionship.
If you like it, I can get you a bushel.
Hell with them. Hell with them, my dear. Soulless pricks to a man, right?
Point, Mr. Hughes.
He needs 26 to make it work? He's out of his mind.
- And you need..? You need two more? - Yeah.
Juan, right. Yeah.
I should drink something first.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah?
I haven't seen you all since that situation with all the violence in Scarface.
Good evening, Mr. Hughes.
- Excuse us for just a second. - All right.
I'm going down! I'm not gonna make it, buddy!
Irene Dunne.
...U...
I can hear you better now. Tell the War Production Board...
Yes, of course. Now, was that a rumba or a samba you were doing?
The Ginsbergs, the Guttenbergs and the Goldbergs.
I won't!
... the 250 special police who are handling this enormous crowd...
We must maintain silence. We must have quiet during the proceedings.
I mean, you get TWA, you span the globe.
Have you had surgery, Miss Domergue?
Show me all the blueprints.
Buttons or zippers for the drapes on the sleeping berths?
Now, let me look at you.
...N...
...is the only firm under investigation here.
...I...
Who is it?
- Do speak up, dear. - Nothing, nothing, Mrs. Hepburn. Nothing.
- Have you seen my cigarettes? - Don't mind us.
The way of the future. The way of the future.
Do you wanna go down in history as a war profiteer, Howard?
I want all the pictures you have of Kate Hepburn and Spencer Tracy.
...I needed to do them one better.
I mean, do you think it's fair that one airline should have a monopoly on international..?
...for a long time now...
Orange juice.
I figure around 200 feet from nose to tail. Wingspan, around 300.
Continuing the terrific pace, he comes home...
Over in Hollywood, aviation tycoon Howard Hughes is cooking up something big.
...to me. - Oh, yeah. Of course, boss.
Sources whisper that young Texas industrialist Howard Hughes...
Well, I hope to dispel that notion.
- Think you own this place, you limey bastard? - I'm a Tasmanian bastard, you prick.
They can always get in.
What Scarface did for the gangster picture, The Outlaw will do for the Western.
All right, this has gone on long enough. Juan is a great American.
I don't know what in the hell you're so damn giddy about. Excuse me.
Also because I am what's so vulgarly referred to as "outdoorsy."
I'm a monster.
Thank you for coming.
...take a couple of hours off, all right.
So high-cruise power, you're looking at a top speed of around 340.
You've seen the signs on the houses where the coloreds live?
I cannot help but think that has a little more to do with TWA than planes that did not fly.
Two runs. That's it. After that, you're flying on vapors.
Yeah. Orange juice has nutritional value.
Would you do me a favor?
- Why?! - Because I worry about you, that's why.
You should use Lux on your hands, by the way. I do.
...there were photographers at the funeral.
Giant breasts full of milk.
That way you don't need to repaint any of the planes.
I don't know.
What do you mean, "all the bugs"?
That's because I'm so goddamn loud.
...I'd be happy to abide by it.
It's called The Hercules!
I am so proud of you.
Howard, unlock this door immediately.
We don't. Cholera epidemic in 1913. Two thousand dead.
I'm Billy Kember. I run the races.
I'm afraid you gotta close it down.
Wait a minute.
Well, I'm sure his stockholders would be happy to hear that.
- Well, I'm in room... - 217.
It's pretty. I like her.
Let us commence by calling this...
Smashing all records, Howard Hughes outdoes Jules Verne's wildest dreams.
What happened to Margaret? She lost her...
His airline has advanced the cause of commercial aviation for decades.
From our stock.
Yeah.
Tell us what it was like making this fabulous picture.
Come in with the milk.
What kind of deal can you give me?
An airplane with the ability to fly into the substratosphere across the country.
I've been to Chatsworth, Santa Cruz, Encino, San Diego...
Why don't you try and make do with what you have.
- From Peru? - Yeah. From a year ago, I think it was...
Dietrich. You're a man on the come.
I mean, it's all in Darwin, remember?
We have in our possession receipts in the amount of $170,000...
- The actual words. Did you write them? - This is not how these hearings...
Beautiful.
Do they work for me?
So...
Scheduled time of one hour and 45 minutes has elapsed.
Hell, more than that.
- Seventy-five. - It's 75.
Yes, young Howard Hughes has pulled it off!
All right, Mr. Hughes, will you stand and be sworn?
It costs 4 million dollars and has 4 million thrills!
Johnny.
Without something standing still behind the planes...
We are not.
- All right? - Noah, do you have a recorder?
- You just keep us steady, now. - All right.
The war's over now, and they say they don't need it anymore.
Why not? The damn thing is a flying boat, right?
- Margaret. - Margaret. Exactly.
Go on, open it.
- The tool shop's ready. - I wanna see the blueprints.
- What's it selling at? - About 8 dollars a share.
Okay, Howard, I'm sitting.
...Juan Trippe sent me flowers.
I try to stay up to snuff on the trade journals, yeah.
Well, this time I don't know that you have any.
I'm a businessman, Howard. And so are you.
The hull of the world's mightiest airplane, a flying boat built by Howard Hughes.
Don't get all hysterical on me, Noah. It isn't good for you.
- How's the Constellation coming? - Good.
Since When Do You Care about the scandal Rags?!
...and his heart has shifted to the right side of his chest cavity.
...did you or did you not tell me that if I were to sell TWA to Pan Am...
Kate?
Rinse your face off, now.
Switch it off.
Can you explain why your press agent would pay out...
Well, that's just not fair, is it?
Do your worst, Mr. Hughes.
... the craft into the air until next spring. The thin man from Culver City...