Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shucks! And I sent my autograph book to the cleaners.
But I do know the part so well, and every bit of the staging...
- It's important that we talk, killer to killer. - Champion to champion.
...and I've been honored to be, for 40 years...
Six nights a week for weeks of watching even Margo Channing enter and leave a theater.
The four of us here together - it's Eve fault. I forgive her.
...she starts playing Hamlet's mother.
Now remember, as long as you live, never to laugh at me.
You've done your share, Eve. You've worked wonders with Margo. Good night.
How fitting that it should pass from my hands to hers.
This is my house, not a theater. In my house you're a guest, not a director.
It has been spared the sensational publicity...
Just like that.
Tell me, was... Bill swept away too?
They're juvenile delinquents. They're nobody's audience.
- It's only a fur coat. - What do you expect? Live sable?
I hate men!
Rex the Wild Horse, Eleonora Duse - all theater.
Yes. Yes, it does.
Like waves of love coming over the footlights and wrapping you up.
Don't calm down.
Everything is beer.
- Ever since that first night in here. - I told you what every actress should know.
I don't have to play parts I'm too old for...
The world is full of love tonight. No woman is safe.
...your deep, close friendship.
As it happens, there are particular aspects of my life...
Eve Evil, little Miss Evil.
- I've heard of them. - Ours was one of the first - Erasmus Hall.
Being an actor, he will go on speaking for some time.
- I'm not worried about you. - Keep the thought.
Did you place a call from me to Bill for midnight California time?
...of other newspapers happened to be present.
There should be a new word for happiness.
Bill...
To know how loyal her friends are...
The critics thought so. The audiences think so.
You rest. I'll get it.
Miss Channing should be happy to hear that.
- 20! - 30 minutes, 40 minutes. What of it?
...her love, her deep and abiding love for us...
Like a nylon lemon peel.
We know you too well.
...to attend an understudy's performance, about which the management knew nothing...
what I go after I want to go after.
- I'd like anything Miss Channing played in. - Would you really? How sweet!
I'll never forget this night as long as I live.
...because I will not permit it.
The caterer forgot them. The varnish wasn't dry or something.
- Same size? - Of course.
She isn't well. She's been crying all night and she's hysterical.
I believe I will.
...we could put Footsteps into production right away.
- Mrs. Richards? - Karen.
Please say what you have to say, plainly and distinctly, and then let me take my nap.
There you are, Maxie dear.
Don't run away, Bill.
- Are you sure you won't want it yourself? - Quite sure. I find it too seventeenish for me.
- Call? What call? - Is this Templeton 89970? Miss Channing?
You have a point...
When they feel unwanted or insecure or...
...if you'd like.
Do you know why I forgive Eve? She left good behind.
- Not that Lloyd and I are gonna be married. - I see.
Give Karen more wine.
And never before has this award gone to anyone younger than its recipient tonight.
I'm the lowest form of celebrity.
Come on, get up. I'll buy you a drink.
How about calling it a night?
No. No, no, not at all.
- I get a party, don't I? - Of course. Birthday and coming home.
The theater! The theater!
And then a childish routine about not knowing Eve was her understudy.
...and where she was and when and where she's going.
But not me. My big idea came to me just sitting on a couch.
I said this would be a night to remember, that it would bring me all I ever wanted.
- What about Bill? - What about Bill?
I told her you wanted Margo to play the part and I would want your approval.
- Show me a human and I might have. - Airlines have clocks, even if you don't.
I've seen you so often. It took every bit of courage I could raise.
...before people forgot what happened and trusted you again?
Which we are. Which we'll always be.
- Nothing in the world will make me say that. - Addison wants me to play it.
I don't expect you to believe anything...
Throw that dreary letter away. It bores me.
You told me that whatever I became, it would be because of you.
- You know of her interest in the theater? - We have that in common.
- Who's left out there? - Too many.
...can't be just someone.
Well...
...by minds more mature and talents far greater than mine.
Among so many quiet qualities.
Ah! Feeling better, my dear?
- She is a louse. - Never try to outguess Margo.
Peace and quiet is for libraries.
So does the history of the world for the past 20 years.
Your genius for making a bar-room brawl out of a perfectly innocent misunderstanding.
Bill's 32. He looks 32.
...and gives a performance out of nowhere! - You've been all through that with Lloyd.
It seems Miss Harrington left her award in the taxi cab. Will you give it to her?
I'd do much more for a part that good.
- When are you coming back? - I leave in a week.
- Sable? Did she say sable or Gable? - Either one.
But due to some uncontrollable drive, you permit the slightest action of a kid...
This is Lloyd Richards. Where is Eve? Let me talk to her.
- How did you get in here? - I hid outside till the maid came in.
Max, you sly puss.
I might.
Lloyd never got around to asking...
I couldn't get into the girdle in two and a half hours!
Also a contempt for humanity, an inability to love and be loved.
"Couldn't go on"? You'll give the performance of your life.
I find these wisecracks increasingly less funny.
This is the dining hall of the Sarah Siddons Society.
I found a job, and his insurance helped.
...so that the world can applaud a light which flashes on top of it.
- What of it? - True, your parents were poor, and still are.
Being a woman.
I saw Mr. Richards with her a couple of times. I thought, they being such good friends...
Like...
Who read with Miss Caswell?
You're something with a French provincial office or a... a book full of clippings.
- Right here, just a minute ago. - That's nice.
"Please", and that's underlined...
And who remembered it? Who was there on the dot at 12 midnight?
...with those backward children you've played tricks on?
Why do they always look like unhappy rabbits?
Mademoiselle, je vous remercie pour I'invitation.
The one that came from Washington.
- Thank you. - Nothing.
Tell you what. We'll put Stanislavsky on his plane, then go somewhere and talk.
40! Four-0.
Bill's welcome-home birthday party... a night to go down in history.
But not this time.
That suddenly makes the whole thing believable.
To thousands of people you're as young as you want.