Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why, yes, I'm sure we can and I'm sure we'd love to.
The situation I'm in ain't the kind you can belch your way out of.
It's just a feeling. I don't know.
- For you. - Thank you.
Is it really? I must start wearing a watch! I never have, you know.
But Hollywood. You mustn't stay out there.
Never have I seen so much elite, all with their eyes on me...
- She was a revelation. - Oh, to you too?
Well, why should he and why should you?
Lloyd!
- I want to apologize for Birdie. - You don't have to apologize for me!
I'm so happy I can do something for you at long last.
Whatever it is, it's here, it flares up, burns hot...
Somebody's got to be very witty about a toast.
Such young hands. Such a young lady.
- What would you like? Texas? - I want everybody to shut up about Eve.
- Hello, Miss Channing. - My husband.
...to have a 24-year-old character played by a 24-year-old actress.
We have seen beyond the beauty and artistry...
Packed houses, tickets four months in advance.
Smart, good head on my shoulders, that sort of thing.
Like a salted peanut.
Then if you won't get out, I'll have you thrown out.
For services rendered beyond... whatever it is of duty, darling.
- I can't believe Eve said those things. - In this rat race...
- Hear, hear. - But you may quote me as follows:
And Bill, especially Bill. She did that too.
- It's only a one-picture deal. - So few come back.
But you won't or can't tell me.
It started in San Francisco, didn't it?
- All paved with diamonds and gold? - You know me better than that.
What's her name? Your sister?
...and those awards presented annually by that... film society.
It's also true you worked in a brewery. But life there was not as dull as you pictured it.
It's been... I can hardly find the words to say how it's been.
- You're not going, are you? - I think I'd better.
The other is one to whom each production means potential ruin or fortune.
...outside of loving your husband.
- I'm the president. - Erasmus Hall. That's in Brooklyn, isn't it?
I have not come to New Haven to see the play, discuss your dreams...
You think Miller or Sherwood would stand for the nonsense I take from you?
Don't pick up that phone. Don't even touch it.
Miss Caswell is where I can lend no support, moral or otherwise.
I can't tell you how sorry I am.
Margo and Bill want us to meet them at the Cub Room tonight after the theater.
He's going to leave Karen. We're going to be married.
- What do you mean by that? - It must have been a revelation...
Like some magic perfume.
This is the most ghoulish conversation!
If you told him so, he'd give me the part. He said he would.
I'll be back to claim it... and soon.
- I'm tired. I want to go home. - Very well. I'll drop you off.
- Everybody can't be Gregory Peck. - You're a setup for some young babe.
If I haven't, I'll find something till you get normal.
- He can help you. - I wish I'd never met him.
- I'm gonna take you to Margo. - Oh, no!
Heart to heart? Woman to woman?
Eve, you mustn't mind Margo too much, even if I do.
Playwrights everywhere would give their shirts for that compromise.
There are, in general, two types of theatrical producers.
Like I just swam the English Channel. Now what?
...and that I regard this great honor...
Well, it can wait.
- Guilty! - Mad!
No playwright in the world could make me believe...
I can't believe you're making this up.
Surely no actor is older than I.
...of such questionable honors as the Pulitzer Prize...
It can't be. I came here to read with Miss Caswell. I promised Max.
- That $500 brought you straight to New York. - She was a liar. She was a liar!
No.
And I thought it might be best if I skipped rehearsals from then on.
- Who are you? - Miss Harrington!
Everything a playwright first thinks of wanting to write about...
- And I have friends. - I love you, Max. I really mean it.
It has everything to do with you having a fight with Bill.
- You shouldn't have had any doubts. - After all, the other day was one scene.
So many qualities so often!
...about the lamentable practice in our theater of permitting...
Miss Harrington's resting, Mr. DeWitt. She asked me to see who it is.
I could die right now and nobody'd be confused.
...a fur coat over a nightgown.
How nice for Lloyd. How nice for Eve. How nice for everybody.
To my director...
Eve. Eve Harrington.
I confide in you and rely on you more than anyone I've ever known.
Women with furs like that where it never even gets cold.
- Extra help get here? - There's some characters...
I was there. I saw you and heard you through the dressing-room door.
To each of us and all of us - never have we been more close.
Many of the audience understandably preferred to return another time to see Margo.
- Bill, don't get stuck on some glamour puss. - I'll try.
Carefully rehearsed, I have no doubt.
- What'll you have? - A milk shake?
Well, with Eddie gone, my life went back to beer.
I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me.
...dressed as maids and butlers. Did you call the William Morris Agency?
The general atmosphere is very Macbethish.
You know the Eve Harrington Club that they have in most girls' high schools?
I like the title, Footsteps on the Ceiling.
- That's beside the point. - It is the point!
It's obvious you're not a woman.
To so many things I want to be for Bill.
And this is my dear friend and companion, Miss Birdie Coonan.
Lloyd, I'm not 20-ish. I'm not 30-ish.
Yes, I've seen every performance.
Bill's here, baby.
It's a very famous name, Mr. DeWitt.
...when they can't have what they want.
San Francisco has no Shubert Theater. You've never been to San Francisco.
- Karen and I just don't want an accident. - I don't intend to have an accident.
...sitting up.
"We was more starved out, you might say."
The curtains. I made them myself.
Ladies and gentlemen, for distinguished achievement in the theater...
You certainly can.
...mature actresses to continue playing roles...
- Whose is it? - Some Hollywood movie star.