Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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