Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Please. - Thank you.
Perfectly innocent? Men have been hanged for less!
You're very young and very talented.
The reading could've been better, but you said it.
Like she's studying you.
Hm?
Wanted to apologize to someone, and didn't dare face Margo.
That quality of quiet graciousness.
- Really, Eve? Why? - Otherwise, I never would have dared to read.
He couldn't sleep, he said. He'd left Karen.
It seemed odd, suddenly, your not being here.
...but there were practical difficulties.
Thank you.
The audition was at 2.30. It's now nearly four.
The woods are full of one-scene sensations.
Oh, those previews!
...but as a standard to hold against what I have yet to accomplish.
You know, she probably means well after all.
These hallowed walls, indeed many of these faces...
- I don't think that's funny. - Of course it is!
They never see a play or a movie. They're never indoors long enough.
Mr Fabian this cigarette is you.
So Eve is not working for Max, after all.
...until they were forced to ring up the curtain at nine o'clock.
Not to you, not to Bill.
After all, it was no more than a harmless joke...
- Where is she now? - Up in your room.
It sticks out, it's got spotlights on it and a brass band.
All playwrights should be dead for 300 years!
...they're her words she's saying and her thoughts she's expressing?
Don't worry too much about what people think.
- Find out. - Only thing:
...until his play becomes a vehicle for Miss Channing.
You all know all about Eve.
Hello!
Still just the theater, after all.
He's not my friend. You were my friends.
I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail.
It wasn't a reading, it was a performance.
- I'm in love with Lloyd. - He is a commercially successful playwright.
- They're your fans. - They're nobody's fans.
- Oh, I forgot I had it. - I didn't.
Of course I've got bicarb.
Looks like I'm going to have a fancy party.
- You can have one at Max's. - I don't think I'm going.
Hand me that empty bottle. I may find her.
Oh, no. I see the play.
And, besides, you got a new guest. A movie star from Hollywood.
The implication being that I did not read them as written?
- Eve, why don't you start at the beginning? - Oh, it couldn't possibly interest you.
I was sure you'd want to, being his birthday.
Just huddle in that doorway and wait?
Addison told her how superbly Eve had read the part.
You and Lloyd, how long, even in the theater...
Who's to give her that boot in the rear she needs and deserves?
...is a short stretch of sidewalk between the Shubert Theater and the Taft Hotel...
You left your award in his cab, and he brought it back.
- What are you going to wear? - Something simple...
- What do you take me for? - I don't know that I "take you" for anything.
If I play Cora, Addison will never tell what happened, in or out of print.
Won't you sit down, Miss Worthington?
Sure, Miss Harrington.
You forget you'll need them again when you get back to being a woman.
Now we must join our sunburnt eager beaver.
...so there isn't enough to keep me as busy as I should be.
Your next move, it seems to me, should be towards television.
There goes Eve.
- Sensitive, understanding, young, exciting... - You'll run out of adjectives, dear.
We usually wind up screaming as the curtain comes down.
You used my name to blackmail Karen into getting you the part of Cora.
- Karen? - Mm-hm?
That would solve none of their problems because actresses never die!
- How did you hear about it? - There was an item in The Times.
Arthur Miller? Sherwood? Beaumont and Fletcher?
- You don't mind my speaking to you? - Not at all.
I intend to hold you to it.
Margo Channing is a star of the theater.
Eve has no intention of going to Hollywood.
Certainly, Mr. DeWitt.
They forwarded the telegram from Milwaukee.
Especially if you're me between now and tomorrow morning.
This must be, at long last, our formal introduction.
- What time is it? - When you asked a minute ago, it was 5.42.
- So you're going to Hollywood? - Mm-hm.
It's after one now. You won't get home till all hours.
...he'd gotten used to long ago.
- You have no right to say that. - And, artistically, very promising.
- I just can't believe it! - It gets better!
But then I'd never met Addison DeWitt.
- Get out. - You're too short for that gesture.
At any rate, I felt terribly guilty and ashamed of myself...
...not so much as an award for what I have achieved...
Margo has to realize what's attractive on stage need not be attractive off.
...which are openings for New Yorkers who want to go out of town.
- Just slipped your mind? - Completely.
- I haven't been very pleasant this weekend. - We've all been a little tense lately.
City Hall, that's for prizefighters and reporters. I see a cathedral, banks of flowers...
Yes.
It's that Miss Caswell.
Why so remote, Addison?
Need any help?
Hello, Mr. Richards. She's upstairs in her room.
It'll be a night to remember.