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at the Brown Derby may be laughing...
And now, I think...
Yes, yes, I can see
Mr. Hughes' car arriving now.
Mr. Hughes escorts
the lovely starlet Jean Harlow.
He discovered her for this picture,
and we think her platinum blond locks...
... and hot-jazz, baby-doll style
are gonna make her a big star.
Howard! Howard!
Over here!
- This way, boss. Right over there.
- Mr. Hughes, how about a word?
Big night for you, Mr. Hughes.
Big night for you tonight.
Very big. Very big.
Tell us what it was like
making this fabulous picture.
Yes.
Yeah.
So 4 million clams
from your own pocket.
Nervous how the flick will fly?
Big night. You enjoy the show.
Yes, well, let me present the feminine
star of this spectacle, Hell's Angels...
...Miss Jean Harlow.
- Thank you.
I would like to use this occasion
to thank Mr. Hughes...
...for the opportunity he gave me.
Thank you.
Thank you!
Now I'd like to ask Roscoe Arbuckle...
...to introduce
his pet lion cub, Gilmore.
What's the matter with you?
Can't remember my name?
I'm sorry. Roscoe Turner,
and this would be Gilmore.
It's going! It's going!
Murder! That's what this
dirty, rotten politician war is, murder!
You know it as well as I do.
Stand up, slim, take a bow.
Reel four played too long.
Too many coughs.
Get the team out of the party and
to the office. I wanna cut a few shots.
Oh, find Glenn.
Somebody write this down.
Flush rivets.
Got that?
- Flush rivets.
- Flush rivets.
Lickety-split, boss.
Here he is! Here he is!
Variety says, "This one won't miss!"
- Magnificently photographed!
- Awesome beyond description!
The most extraordinary output
to emerge from a motion-picture studio.
Not for a long time have I seen
anything as enthralling.
It costs 4 million dollars
and has 4 million thrills!
- Majestically...
- Most epic picture of its time!
A lighter shade. I don't want
to look like Boris Karloff.
If you know what I mean.
I read in the magazines
that you play golf.
On occasion.
Well, how about nine holes?
Now, Mr. Hughes?
If it would be convenient, Miss Hepburn.
You're not extending
enough on your follow-through.
Follow-through
is everything in golf, just like life.
Don't you find?
Saw your Scarface picture.
- Violent.
- Realistic.
Movies are movies, Howard.
Not life.
Now the stage.
The stage is real.
Real flesh and blood. Human beings
right out there in front of you, buster.
Can't look away. Can't munch popcorn.
That would be rude.
Do you like the theater?
- No.
- Oh, I adore the theater.
Only alive on-stage.
I'll teach you.
We'll see some Ibsen. If the Republicans
haven't outlawed him by now.
You're not a Republican, are you?
How did you vote in '32?
- Well, I didn't.
- You must! It's your sacred franchise.
Heard you were wooing Ginger Rogers.
What about that?
She's just a friend.
Men can't be friends with women.
They must possess them
or leave them be.
It's a primitive urge from caveman days.
It's all in Darwin.
Hunt the flesh, kill the flesh, eat the flesh.
That's the male sex all over.
Excuse me?
Well, if you're deaf,
you must own up to it.
Get a hearing aid.
Or see my father.
He's a urologist, but it's all tied up
inside the body, don't you find?
Me, I keep healthy.
I take seven showers a day
to keep clean.
Also because I am what's so
vulgarly referred to as "outdoorsy."
I'm not outdoorsy.
I'm athletic. I sweat.
There it is.
Now we both know the sordid truth.
I sweat and you're deaf.
Aren't we a fine pair of misfits?
Three.
Noble effort.
So I suppose you're
wooing me now?
Oh, well.
Not enough.
Not enough.
These rivets have to be completely flush.
I want every screw and joint countersunk.
I want no wind resistance
on the fuselage.
She has got to be clean, Odie.
- Clean. Understand?
- Okay,