Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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