February 1941:

So Kane was up in the Oscars for Best Writing (*bow*), Best Actor in a Leading Roll (*bows*), Best Art Direction, Best Cinematography, Best Director (*bow*), Best Film Editing, Best Music, Best Picture (*bows*) and Best Sound.

Ladies and Gentlemen, my film deserved all of this, but because of the politics all we won was Best Writing, which was shared between Mankiewitz and myself. I wasn't there for the award, I've been too busy filming my newest film. Mankiewitz got the award in my absesense. He still hasn't accepted that he didn't write that screenplay by himself and that even if he had, his contract says it automatically becomes property of the Mercury Theatre. He's just lucky I gave him any credit....

Ah, thing are just messed up. Ambersons isn't going too well, but we'll see how it goes...