Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My wonderful junkyard. The mystery and dreams you find in a junkyard.
It would all seem perfectly legitimate. And only two people in the world would know.
...Margo Channing.
- Her plane got in late. - Discouraging, isn't it?
- I said I'm a dying man! - Not until the last drugstore...
Life goes where she goes. She's been profiled, covered, revealed, reported...
My native habitat is the theater. In it, I toil not. Neither do I spin.
That was a stupid lie, easy to expose, not worthy of you.
How... was Miss Caswell?
There are some human experiences that do not take place in a vaudeville house!
- If you'd like. - I wouldn't like.
20-ish. It's not important.
...which is in pretty good shape...
It's like...
You know what I feel about your age obsession.
- You're being terribly tolerant, aren't you? - I'm trying terribly hard.
- Aren't we, honey? - Margo, really!
You may change this star any time you want...
You were with the OWI, weren't you, Mr. Richards? That's what Who's Who says.
- Ain't it the truth? - Yes, it is.
- Let's not get into a big hassle. - It's time we did.
I'll wear rompers and come in rolling a hoop, if you like.
Meet Max Fabian.
Mansfield's voice filled this room.
- What fire and music? - You wouldn't understand.
I find it odd that Karen isn't here for the opening.
That little place "just two hours from New York".
My name is Addison DeWitt.
...do not think for a moment that I am leaving you.
Tell me, Phoebe, do you want someday to have an award like that of your own?
- To my bride-to-be. - Glory hallelujah.
- Why not? - The mark of a true killer.
- Coming, Max? - In a minute.
The distinguished-looking gentleman is an extremely old actor.
The following year Karen became Mrs. Lloyd Richards.
And I want him to want me.
Eve would, wouldn't you, Eve?
- She's a girl of so many interests. - It's a pretty rare quality these days.
How did you get the idea of letting Eve read with Miss Caswell?
- I wonder why. - She started talking and couldn't finish.
...one prayer, one dream:
...I've been worried sick, what with her leaving tomorrow for New Haven.
- Oh no, I couldn't possibly! - I wouldn't worry too much about that.
Very touching. Very Academy of Dramatic Arts
Little Nell from the country? Been my understudy for a week without me knowing it!
Miss Channing?
Hey Florida!
That slipped out. I hadn't quite made up my mind to admit it.
Everything wise and witty has long since been said...
...crowded into one square mile of New York City?
I shall never understand the process by which a body with a voice...
- Hello. What's your name? - Eve Harrington.
- Go on, find out. - Karen, in all the years of our friendship...
I'm the carbon copy you read when you can't find the original.
- I'm so sorry. Won't you sit down? - Thank you.
- Which one is sable? - But she just got here!
I think part of Miss Channing's greatness lies in her ability to pick the best plays.
- With tears? - With tears.
Bill?
"If the South had won, you could write plays about the North."
Well, if she has to pick on someone...
What a body. What a voice.
Bill didn't come at all.
- I've been aware of that for some time. - Well, I am.
- And if you won't say it, you can sing it. - Sing it?!
Give Eve Harrington a job in your office.
- Hello, Miss Harrington. - How do you do?
Lloyd always said that in the theater a lifetime was a season and a season a lifetime.
No, stick around, please.
Leave the door open a bit... so we can talk.
Neither your name nor your performance entered the conversation.
I don't intend to be.
Very indiscreet. A note in the open like that.
- The show must go on. - No, dear. Margo must go on.
I don't want it to come after me.
You have to keep your teeth sharp, all right.
The reason is Margo and don't try to figure it out. Einstein couldn't.
It was just Mom and Dad and me.
It would be so much easier for everyone concerned if I were to play Cora.
I've been wanting you to meet Eve for the longest time.
We all have abnormality in common.
Lloyd and I. There's no telling how far we can go.
Never have I been so happy.
Zanuck, Zanuck! What are you two? Lovers?
Right here.
Don't worry, Lloyd. I'll play your play.
How could I?
I've got something to tell you.
I said before it was gonna be my last try, and I meant it.
...Indian tribal dances, Punch and Judy, a one-man band - all theater.
Except for a letter a week.
Well done. I can see your career rising in the east like the sun.
May I come in?
Infants behave the way I do, you know.
That's right.
It looks much better on you than it did on me.
Eve, of course, was superb.
Where are you going?
I couldn't imagine how they found out about it.
Some vague promises of a test. If a particular part should come along, one of those things.
I am Addison DeWitt. I'm nobody's fool, least of all yours.
I got the idea myself while she was talking about the play.
Who'd show up at this hour? It's time people went home.
...surrounded by what looks very much like a small city.
- Two hours late for the audition. - That's on time for Margo.
...so many, I couldn't possibly name them all...
There was nothing he didn't know.
Do you wanna know what the theater is? A flea circus. Also opera.
But if I tell you it is, as I just did... were you listening to me?
- Any houses where we can borrow gas? - There's not much along this back road.
...your behavior is hardly queenly or motherly.
...I have never let you go to the ladies' room alone.
Kill the people
And that even a fifth-rate vaudevillian should understand and respect.
It was Karen who first brought me to one whom I'd always idolized...
...but this could mean...
Miss Harrington knows all about it.
- It's the same thing, isn't it? - Exactly.
Eve.
I could watch you play that last scene a thousand times, cry every time.
I wish I could have gone to Radcliffe, too, but Father wouldn't hear of it.