Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They smile, their eyes shine, you've pleased them.
Adorable.
- Check. - Very classy. Lots of technique.
I'll say.
At best, let's say I've been oversensitive to...
Eve's disloyalty and ingratitude must be contagious!
Usually at the point when she has to rewrite and rethink them...
- Has Miss Channing come in? - Not yet.
Tell you what. Why don't I read with her?
I had a time persuading him.
What time?
- It was Fort Sumter they fired on. - I never played Fort Sumter.
Now just a minute...
...which Margo herself would be the first to enjoy.
That spilled drink's gonna ruin your carpet.
- Good evening, Mr. DeWitt. - I had no idea you knew each other.
I start shooting a week from Monday. Zanuck is impatient.
It just slipped your mind?
Insatiable ambition... and talent.
I'm nothing but a body with a voice. No mind.
We'll put your name on it. "Max Fabian."
We're all busy little bees, full of stings, making honey day and night.
Nothing personal, Junior. No offense.
- Well... - Think of your health.
Many happy returns of the day.
A mass of music and fire.
How thoughtful of her to call and invite me that afternoon.
- How'd you get up here from Brooklyn? - Subway.
She won't get away with it. Nor will Addison DeWitt and his poison pen.
Well, I certainly think it's odd he hasn't even come up to...
But Lloyd said Max's publicity man probably sent out the story.
Just one person, isn't that so?
- The party's on the first floor. - Hi, Bill.
Good night.
Not that I'd consider anything that would take me away from her.
- Encore du champagne. - More champagne, Miss Channing?
It means a concentration of desire or ambition and sacrifice...
That's what I said, bub.
Eve.
- When you do, let me in on it. - I will.
- Oh, brother! - Miss Coonan.
For me to thank you as equals would be presumptuous.
Where is Princess Fire and Music?
And you realize and you agree how completely you belong to me?
What gets me is how all the papers happened to catch that particular performance.
You'd do all that just for a part in a play?
Margo is a great star. A true star.
I sneaked in and hid till she'd finished. Then I just looked around.
Isn't it strange, Addison?
I take it she read well.
He can't take his eyes off my legs.
I was wondering whether you'd come at all.
But what could she say? That's what fascinates me.
Margo, you haven't got any age.
In good conscience, I must give credit where credit is due.
Just being happy? Just stopping all this nonsense about Eve?
You've got it backwards, even for Wilkes-Barre.
I discussed it very openly. I told her I'd spoken to Lloyd, and that he was interested.
It was very thoughtful of you, Eve. I appreciate it.
As you see, I kept my promise, too.
- That's quite a change of subject. - What with taxes coming up, and...
In time, she'll be what you are.
I always deny that you were in Our American Cousin the night Lincoln was shot.
...how much more loyal than she had a right to expect me to be.
Then this will be five.
I really hate to bother you this way, but the way Eve's been feeling...
- Also Addison DeWitt. - Every day.
I want my friends back!
I'd saved my money and vacation time and went to San Francisco to meet him.
What a Story ! So true.
I wouldn't want you to marry me just to prove something.
But if I thought I'd offended her, of all people...
- What has or is about to happen? - What is he talking about?
Oh, Lloyd, I'll make it up to you, believe me.
And this getting into a jealous froth because I spent ten minutes with a stage-struck kid.
When you're a secretary in a brewery, it's hard to make believe you're anything else.
Come to the pantry.
You can get into one of those girdles and act for two and a half hours.
It's the latest thing - one earring.
I can't think of anything else to do. I wish I could.
You're not much of a bargain. You're conceited, thoughtless and messy.
...waiting for me to crack that little gnome on the noggin with a bottle.
I ain't going to drop dead. Not with the heat.
Playing that childish game of cat and mouse!
Heaven help me.
All the religions in the world rolled into one...
Slow curtain. The end.
Frankly, I don't remember.
It was a cold weekend, outside and in.
But don't you find it, apart from everything else, don't you find it expensive?
- You think Miss Channing would approve? - I think she'd cheer.
You know what this is all about. It has little to do with whether you should play Cora.
After all you've said. Don't you know that part was written for Margo?
Now do you want to change your story about Lloyd beating at your door that night?
We deserve each other. Are you listening to me?
...just because I've got nothing to do with my nights.
You haven't been running a settlement house exactly. The kid has earned her way.
- I never intended you to be. - Yes, you did, and you still do.
You're being very childish.
Including a casual reference to the part of Cora and your hopes of playing it?
Oh, yes. Something about an old road ending and a new one starting, all paved with stars.
And I'll never forget you, Eve.
- May I say a word? - No!
She'd be a great help. She'd read scripts...
You take charge.
Sleep tight, rest easy and come out fighting.
It will stay there always, just for you.
I detest cheap sentiment.