Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The most important night of my life... until now.
- Who am I to threaten? I'm a dying man. - I don't hear you.
Nothing of the kind. Karen and I had a nice talk.
Lights on dimmers and gypsy violins offstage.
But you've done so much! What's new?
...and 3,000 miles are too far to be away from one's heart.
Margo's interview with a reporter from the South.
...suddenly fancies itself as a mind.
Not exactly. Sometimes, though, I wish I understood you better.
- And you're going to be on time. - Yes, sir.
That French ventriloquist taught you a lot.
And, believe it or not, if there's anything I can do...
Tell me, do you share my high opinion of San Francisco?
But Lloyd listened to his play as if it had been written by someone else, he said.
...to encourage, shall we say, younger actresses...
Bill stuck it out. Lloyd seemed happy.
- What are you doing here? - I... I guess I fell asleep.
- Bill! This is Eve Harrington. - Hi.
Jeanne Eagels another, Paula Wessely, Hayes. There are others, three or four.
Is it sabotage? Have you no human consideration?
The witch must have sent out Indian Runners...
I came to tell you that you will not marry Lloyd, or anyone else...
- Such as? - You, for one.
You're Margo. Just... Margo.
They become his words.
- It was for my report. - What report? To whom?
Imagine - to know every night that different hundreds of people love you.
No, it isn't. It's for this.
"Does Miss Channing know that she ordered domestic gin by mistake?"
Bill's in love with Margo Channing. He's fought with her, worked with her, loved her.
- Here we go. - Such nonsense! What do you take me for?
I won't be a minute.
- You wanna be Margo's new understudy? - I don't let myself think about it even.
Right now, I feel like there is one burning in me.
...and henceforth we shall dream the same of her.
When that alarm goes off, go to your battle stations.
Terribly sorry I was late. Lunch was long and I couldn't find a cab.
I don't care if I never get home.
You knew when you came in that Eve was your understudy.
Sure, like the Western Union boys used to do.
I wouldn't be surprised. Sometimes you frighten me.
- Or were you too full of revelation to notice? - Bill didn't say.
All ready.
You've heard it. I looked through the wrong end of the camera.
- I don't agree, Addison. - That's your particular abnormality.
Max, Karen's decided it's time to go.
Stop calling her a kid!
Taking advantage of a kid, twisting her words...
- And Eve and me? - It's not nonsense.
Many of your guests are wondering when they may be permitted to view the body.
I thought you knew. She started a week ago.
I ran into Eve and she told me you were dressing.
- Would you like a drink? - I was saying how often you've seen the play.
- I'm so happy for you, Eve. - Thank you so much.
You didn't have to tell me.
Well...
What a Story
What rules say the theater exists only within some ugly buildings...
Fine old theater, the Shubert. Full of tradition.
...and to the theater itself...
I don't enjoy putting it this bluntly.
You had a mixed-up inventory when she took over.
Tell me, how did you know my name?
The minor awards, as you can see, have already been presented.
I couldn't. Not possibly. I couldn't go on.
Why not? "Why" I said to myself "not?"
You're always after truth on the stage. What about off?
"We are"?
I thought that one went out with Woollcott! Now listen to this.
I felt helpless. That helplessness you feel when you have no talent to offer...
When was it? How long?
I'd like that.
Eve, dear, this is Addison.
Also, the boot would land where it would do the most good for all concerned.
Write me one about a nice, normal woman who just shoots her husband.
We are the original displaced personalities.
I can't see that Lloyd's plays have hurt you any.
But me, not Margo Channing.
...how I happened to know she'd miss it in time to notify every paper in town.
- I sent her a list of guests, so check with her. - Yeah, I will.
She moved into the little guest room on the top floor.
- And you felt like that talking to Addison? - In a way.
Yes, it is, but I don't understand.
I had no idea you were even here.
And what a happy coincidence that several representatives...
Now I must. I am busting to find out...
...the Sarah Siddons Award... to Miss Eve Harrington.
We know her humility, her devotion...
They want you. You belong.
...there'd be no need to break in a new girl.
This is all too laughable to be anything else!
It is just as false not to blow your horn at all as it is to blow it too loudly.
They don't care what they drink as long as it burns.
Only last October.
- And Karen. - She doesn't know.
Not much, but full of praise.
How can I repay Lloyd Richards?
...what kind of perfume and books, things like that.
Margo, you've got to see her. She worships you. It's like something out of a book.
Something told you to do what I said, didn't it?
What a story. Everything but the bloodhounds snapping at her rear end.
You know, Eve, sometimes I think you keep things from me.
- I think I know. - Something most important you can do.
Untouched by the earthquake. Or should I say fire?
Well, we've spent weekends before with nobody talking.
...I shall personally stuff that pathetic little lost lamb down Mr. DeWitt's ugly throat!
Karen!
"The bed looks like a dead animal act!"
When it gets printed, they're gonna fire on Gettysburg again.
Oh, the mousy one with the trench coat and the funny hat.
- You're quite a girl. - You think?
Instead of waiting until next season to do Footsteps on the Ceiling...
Full of fire and music and whatnot!
Amen!
Yes, the Shubert.
You mean all this time she's done nothing but apologize? What did you say?
Is it over or is it just beginning?
- I love you. I love you! - Hah!
- It's been a real pleasure, Eve. - I hope so, Mr. Richards. Good night.
...who demanded always a little more than my talent could provide...
It seemed to me I had known always that it would happen. And here it was.
Can't we sit down just for a minute? I've got a lot to say and none of it's easy.