Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"I am available for dancing in the streets and shouting from the housetops."
Isn't it a lovely room? The Cub Room.
You get me so mad sometimes. Of all the women with nothing to complain about...
That instinct is worth millions. You can't buy it, Eve. Cherish it.
I remember, Addison, crossing you off my guest list. What are you doing here?
Dear AI ...
You get quick action, don't you?
They would like to know how you are. They haven't heard from you for three years.
Paved with what, then?
What can there be to know that you don't know?
It is unlikely that the windows have been opened since his death.
And what is that? Besides something spelled out in light bulbs, I mean.
To Margo.
Do you expect me to believe that you didn't say any of that? That they were all Addison?
- What do you mean by that? - More plainly and more distinctly?
That same night, we sent for Eve's things... her few pitiful possessions.
The stars never die and never change.
To say that... Eddie wasn't coming at all.
That bitter cynicism is something you've acquired since you left Radcliffe!
You were better than all right.
Yes, but let's get back to this one.
So…Fiona is expected to show up later tonight.
To speak to just a playwright's wife?
But you can't put her out! I promised!
After all, you didn't personally drain the gasoline tank yourself.
...such as no other profession demands.
...except that the responsibility is mine... and the disgrace.
Fife!
- Eddie. - Eddie what?
This is my cue to take you in my arms and reassure you.
How childish are you gonna get before you stop it?
"And so my hat which has, lo, these many seasons...
Lloyd says Margo compensates for underplaying on stage by overplaying reality.
Lots of actresses come from Brooklyn. Barbara Stanwyck and Susan Hayward.
- When? When are you going to do it? - Tomorrow we meet at City Hall at ten.
The larger share belongs to my friends in the theater...
Byron couldn't have said it more graciously.
You can breathe it, can't you?
...Karen. Mrs. Lloyd Richards.
We played Liliom for three performances.
I'd never known Bill and Lloyd to fight as bitterly and often...
Margo, Bill is all of eight years younger than you.
Don't be condescending.
I found myself going the next night and the next and the next.
Margo hasn't done badly by it.
From now on it isn't applause -
- Where's Bill? He's late. - Late for what?
No, thank you.
Or London, Paris or Vienna?
- Why should you think I wouldn't be? - Why should you be?
I admit there's a screwball element in the theater.
Then why? Why, if you're the most successful young director in the theater...
- But Mr. Richards and Mr. Sampson? - They'll do as they're told.
- Remember Miss Caswell? - I do not. How do you do?
- I'll be at the old stand tomorrow matinee. - Not just that way. As a friend.
Well... all right.
That lack of pretense, that strange directness and understanding.
- Well... - Don't fumble for excuses.
But if you'd only see her... You're her whole life.
Tell her not to worry. Tell her I'll be right over.
I'm trying hard to follow you.
Very well. Although it's unnecessary, because you know what I'm going to say.
We'd all felt those size fives of hers often enough.
It's funny, a woman's career. The things you drop on your way up so you can move faster.
- You've already met. - Huh? Where?
Eve... but more of Eve later.
You know, I've always considered myself a very clever girl.
Donald Duck, Ibsen and The Lone Ranger.
You be host. It's your party. Happy birthday. Welcome home.
But you must have friends, a home, family?
You don't understand them all. You don't like them all.
Margo didn't know where he was and didn't care... she kept saying.
I know nothing of Lloyd's loves. I leave those to Louisa May Alcott. But I know you.
- You were at the play last night? - A happy coincidence.
- Remembrance. - Remembrance.
Where was she?
Is it possible that you've confused me...
Just a little skid, that's all. This road's like glass.
I just asked a simple question.
More than any two people I know, I don't want you and Lloyd to be angry with me.
I found myself saying things I wasn't even thinking.
No, Eve. I won't forget.
You've had so many reasons for not wanting to marry me.
To say a thing like that now, without any reason...
- You got your key? - See you at home.
Having covered in tedious detail not only the history of the Sarah Siddons Society...
Where were we going that night, Lloyd and I?
...indicated anything to me but adoration for you and happiness at our being in love!
- Margo, darling! - How are you?
Newton, they say, thought of gravity by getting hit on the head by an apple.
I know what I'm talking about. They're my plays.
"So little"?
Even so... one pretty good performance by an understudy, it'll be forgotten tomorrow.
...turn around in bed and there he is.
It's Addison from start to finish. It drips with his brand of venom.
No, I told her. I sounded off.
Back to the Copacabana.
...chief prompter of the Sarah Siddons Society.
And I'll never forget you for making it possible.
But you know that. You probably tell her what to write.
There are very few moments in life as good as this. Let's remember it.
Somehow Eve kept them going.
Bill! Have I gone crazy, Bill?
Your timidity must have kept you from mentioning it.
Eve?
- There can't be very much. - But there is.
5.55. We'll be at the station in plenty of time.
Well, you needn't be. I will not be tolerated and I will not be plotted against.
What would happen to it if she knew the cheap trick you played on her for my benefit?
Suppose I had to go on one night...
You must have spotted her by now. She's always there.
..."meet me in the ladies' room. Eve."
- The minutes will fly like hours. - Thank you, Addison.
- I'd like to hear it. - Some snowy night in front of the fire.
- What's so funny? - Nothing.
I'll get it.
Quite a night. I hear your understudy, a Miss Harrington, has given her notice.
Please, please.
I can imagine. All it needed was a little taking in here and letting out there.
- Golly, I forgot to tell you! - Yes, dear, you forgot all about it.
Stick to Beaumont and Fletcher. They've been dead for 300 years!
- She's loyal and efficient. - Like an agent with only one client.
You're Margo Channing's best friend. You and your husband are always with her.
...a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage...
Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy night.
As always with women who try to find out things, she told more than she learnt.
...and if Margo can be talked into going on tour with Aged in Wood...
Please.
So I quit school, went to Milwaukee, became a secretary... in a brewery.
...to an audience that came to see Margo Channing.
Yes, I do.
Margo Channing in the Cub Room.
She has had one wish...
What a pity. All that fire and music being turned off.
I'd like him to be dead.
Here, take it to the party instead of me.
Elder statesmen of the theater or cinema...