Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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