Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We've never met. Maybe that's why. - She is an actress.
...it is perhaps necessary to introduce myself.
Please don't misunderstand me, Mr. Richards.
I thought I'd be panic-stricken, want to run away or something.
Somehow we staggered through Sunday...
Stars.
- Why what? - Why you have to go out... there.
It sounds like something out of an old Clyde Fitch play.
Now, once and for all, stop it!
- Knit me a muffler? - Call me when you get in.
...ignoring the fact that their greatest attraction to the public...
So when you start judging an idealistic, dreamy-eyed kid...
...for which all true believers wait and pray. You were one.
As a matter of fact, I sent him a telegram myself.
Of all the star-ridden, presumptuous, hysterical...
Mrs. Richards? You won't forget, will you? What we talked about before?
Now "many happy returns of the day".
The cameraman said:
I was an only child. I used to make believe a lot when I was a kid.
- Then say so. - Yes, Addison.
...but Lloyd was.
- Who? - The kid. Junior.
Well, look! There's Rasputin!
I'm going to look up at six o'clock, and there he'll be.
- Your new play is for Miss Channing, isn't it? - Of course it is.
Did I say killer? I meant champion. I get my boxing terms mixed.
Be proud of yourself. You've got a right to be.
Madill fix it in the morning.
Real diamonds in a wig! The world we live in!
She is the wife of a playwright, therefore of the theater by marriage.
Don't get up. And please stop acting as if I were the Queen Mother!
It needn't be.
There they go.
People waiting around night after night just to see you. Even in the rain.
Good night, Margo!
- She apologized, didn't she? - On her knees, I've no doubt!
I think the time has come to shed some of your humility.
Suppose you dropped dead. What about your inventory?
But those who remained cheered loudly, lustily and long for Eve.
- About what? - This.
Maybe just a little around the edges.
To the theater world, New Haven, Connecticut...
How are you making out in Mr. Fabian's office?
- Mrs. Richards? - Yes.
- Addison. - So full of meaning, fire and music!
- I don't think that's funny. - It wasn't meant to be.
She loves me like a father. Also, she's loaded.
- Have you ever heard of the word "union"? - Behind in your dues? How much?
And we who are about to die salute you.
- I'm talking a lot of gibberish, aren't I? - Not at all.
- He does not exaggerate. I was good. - You were great.
...one who became my benefactress and champion.
I'm on my way. Is there anything else?
But ten years from now Margo Channing will have ceased to exist.
...and always over some business for Eve...
I guess at this point I'm what the French call "de trop".
There was no Eddie, no pilot. You've never been married.
But not tonight. I'm forgiving tonight. Even Eve. I forgive Eve.
That book is out of print. Those days are gone.
One more?
Who was it?
Suites are for expense accounts. You're being extravagant.
Oh, I give up. Look in the wigs. Maybe it got caught in one.
Margo never came to rehearsal. Too much to do around the house, she said.
The heave-ho.
They're part of your equipment for getting along in what is called "our environment".
- Aged in Wood happens to be a fine play. - That's my loyal little woman.
There's a message from the bartender.
- Are you breaking the contract? - Answer my question.
Very effective, but why take it out on me?
It is here that managers have what are called out-of-town openings...
A lamb loose in our big, stone jungle.
May I be so bold as to say something?
- Leave it to me. I'll get you one. - Thank you, Mr. Fabian.
How could I compete? Everything Lloyd loved about me...
The caterer had to go back for the hors d'oeuvres.
- I'm beginning to catch up. - If we can cast it properly, that is.
But not right away. First fight them back, chin up, stout fellow.
I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be her understudy.
I doubt very much that you'd like her in The Hairy Ape.
So, don't approve or disapprove.
She played a fairy and entered, quite unexpectedly, stark naked.
Tuck me in, turn out the lights and tiptoe out?
- No heart to burn. - Everybody has a heart, except some people.
...the like of which I have never seen before and expect rarely to see again."
I seem to be forever thanking you for something, don't I?
And in the last analysis, nothing's any good unless you can...
It's friends that count.
...but who taught me patiently and well...
Happy birthday, darling.
You find yourself trying to say what you mean, but somehow the words change.
...where I'm sure you will all feel more at home.
She doesn't want a doctor and...
And no reason why she shouldn't be told about it... in time.
Now what's this?
Margo and I were having lunch at 21...
I just don't want Margo to miss her train. As it is, she'll barely make the theater.
But "the evil that men do..." How does that go, groom?
He's in love with you.
- How do you mean? - Don't be evasive.
- When's the audition? - A couple of weeks.
- That depends. - No, I mean deeply angry.
47 minutes from now my plane takes off and how do I find you?
She has been a star ever since.
Nobody's done so much.
How you walk, talk, eat, think...
Every performance? Then am I safe in assuming you like it?
Eve Harrington will be among them.
Margo, what a wonderful surprise!
Why not read my column to pass the time?
Remember, Lloyd? I mean it now.
Although I am going to Hollywood next week to make a film...
We come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns.
- If I only knew how. - Try.
- Liebestraum. - I just played it.
Mm-hm.
...or a move, or the way she read a speech.
Now I suddenly feel as if I've taken all my clothes off.
Silly, isn't it? You'd think they'd fix it so people could just sit in a car and keep warm.
Goodbye, Mr. Sampson.
And there were theaters in San Francisco.
One week he wrote me he had leave coming up.
Kill the people.
I came as soon as I read that piece of filth. I ran all the way.
- Congratulations, Miss Harrington. - Oh, thank you so much.
No, thank you.
- A girl of so many rare qualities. - So she seems.
Miss Channing is ageless. Spoken like a press agent.
Never the wrong word at the wrong time.
Let the rest of the world beat their brains out for a buck.