Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...who reportedly saw the Hudson car, a 1940 or 1941 black convertible...

(People Clapping)

...I'll have to know for sure.

Folks, have you ever seen such a lovely doll?

MAN 1: You mean that old Lincoln convertible?

Oh, no, there's nothing like that.

Where did you find them?

But you'll have to call her because she isn't here.

- Hi, Mom. - Oh, hi, dear.

She ran off and disappeared for three whole days.

(In Blanche's Voice) This is Blanche Hudson again.

Miss Big, Fat, Movie Star!

...around the house.

Try to make her understand, huh?

...and nice Mr. Flagg will have his money in a minute.

Oh, yes. I'm quite fond of tea.

The following is a police...

Not anymore, Jane. Not anymore.

This is my very own.

...of this note.

...but she's been drinking again. You know that?

Going out, are you, dear?

There are a whole lot of things I remember.

Sans dire ton âge poste un GIF d'un film qui est sorti l'année de ta naissance

I can't let a stranger tell her.

But just a little, please.

But they'd be mean to me like they were before.

Remind me to send you one of those Baby Jane dolls for Christmas. Ha, ha, ha.

I have made up my mind.

You know I don't go back on my word, Miss Blanche.

- A doctor. - I can't.

...yet nearly all the parts he had were playing menials, butlers and such.

Maybe you're right.

And do as I am told

Hold on, please. I'll see if I can interrupt him.

(In Normal Voice) I think that would be fine.

(Blanche Grunts)

I was cleaning the cage.

- Let go of that, will you? - Come on, don't be like that.

I told him that when we were rehearsing, also when we shot it.

You don't have to get so excited. You haven't even seen what it is yet.

Oh, yes, Mr. Carson.

(Woman Sobbing)

Eat your din din Blanche

Press a button, and you think the whole damn world comes running, don't you?

Here at the house.

Did you ever try refusing one of Blanche's invitations?

Dehlia? Who's Dehlia?

Very beautiful, natural hair.

- He was a musician too. - Oh? What instrument?

- Mr. Flagg? - Yes, I'm Edwin Flagg.

(Footsteps Approaching)

Oh, you brought my lunch. A bit early, isn't it?

(Singing) I've written a letter to Daddy.

...would be a jolly good secretary at that.

I know, Miss Blanche. I know.

You don't think I remember anything, do you?

It's so long since you were out of the house, I thought you'd gone for a drive.

JANE: Good morning, Elvira. - Good morning, Miss Jane.

Maybe so, but Julie's folks have lived here a long time.

Blanche doesn't have any illusions like that.

I'm going to call Dr. Shelby today.

But they didn't want that.

The Longest Night.

Oh, he says it's arthritis.

Oh, you do, huh?

Jane Hudson drove a car straight at her own sister and crippled her for life.

...how come he had to hire the back end of the act too?

But she's a very fine person, Ben.

- Will you excuse me? - Certainly.

EDWIN: Well, actually, I took a cab.

It's still a pretty good picture.

"I'm sure we can find something appropriate for you, Miss Hudson!"

JANE: After all, we really can't interfere, can we...

I'll just sit here.

They found her, all right. They found her in some hotel room...

There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you.

EDWIN: This is really a rather charming neighborhood.

Jane, what are you doing? I was...

Oh, you're not comfy like that, are you?

Maybe you shouldn't pay attention to everything Julie tells you.

A week, of course.