Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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