Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've been so busy lately. Last night I meant to tell you before you went out.
...look up just before dinner or...
I detest cheap sentiment.
About Eve.
The bed looks like a dead animal act.
"I don't think you can rightly say we lost the war."
Yes, I guess you were. It was very thoughtful of you, Eve.
- For instance, what? - For instance, you.
Meanwhile, would you check about the hors d'oeuvres, Eve?
- Eve read with Miss Caswell. - Eve? How enchanting!
Hollywood.
- She's quite a girl, this whatshername. - Eve. I'd forgotten they grew that way.
Some plain soda. Lloyd must be expecting a record run in New Haven.
No matter how many other careers we've had or wanted.
It sounded so fresh, so new, so full of meaning.
Autograph fiends! They're not people. Little beasts that run around in packs like coyotes.
At anything or anyone else, but never at me!
I don't know what you mean. But I want to take my nap. It's important...
...whether it was all right with me for Eve to play Cora.
...that her understudy was going to have a baby and they'd have to replace her...
Goodbye, darling. Sleep tight.
He'll write great plays for me. I'll make them great.
Eve was incredibly modest. She insisted that no credit was due her.
I've been going over our financial position, if you'll pardon the expression.
Well, I think you're painting the picture a little blacker than it is, really.
One of the differences between the theater and civilization!
Just that alone is worth anything.
...means wanting to be that more than anything else.
That's where I met Eddie.
From the trunks you're packing, you must be going to stay a long time.
You're talented, famous, wealthy.
...but also the history of acting since Thespis first stepped out of the chorus line...
Tell me, what was your husband's name?
Good night to you all, and to all, a good night.
She wanted to know about Hollywood. She seemed so interested...
I was alone. I couldn't go back without Eddie.
I'll give you some pleasant news.
If it isn't, it's going to be. I can't find the other one.
What a thoughtful, ever-lovin' thing to do!
That's the door.
But it isn't basic. It isn't standard. If it were, the theater couldn't survive.
To begin with, your name is not Eve Harrington. It's Gertrude Slescynski.
- Did Miss Harrington tell you to call? - Oh, no. Eve didn't say to call him.
Well, it started with the play before this one.
- D-day. - Just like it.
And you, I take it, are the Paderewski who plays his concerto on me, the piano?
You're in a beehive, pal!
Well, we won't disturb her rest.
...accused of reading your play as if it were the holy gospel!
And Mr. Sampson. What's he like?
We sat and talked until it was light.
And no brighter light has ever dazzled the eye than Eve Harrington.
In the ladies' shall we say "lounge"?
Wherever there's magic and make-believe and an audience, there's theater.
She left just before you came in. You just missed her.
Even before the party started, I could smell disaster in the air.
just something to do till the aisles get cleared.
- You're beautiful and intelligent. - A body with a voice.
I don't expect you to be pleasant.
- Then you've heard, too. - I was there.
- Eve, don't cry. - I'm not crying.
"Miss Harrington had much to tell and these columns shall report her faithfully...
Everything on its proper shelf, eh, Max? All done up in little ribbons.
Are you that sure of tomorrow?
Once in a great while, I experience that moment of revelation...
Hello. Who are you?
...and have it realized completely. For once, not to compromise.
May we never be farther apart.
The only thing I ordered by mistake is the guests.
I love you for some and in spite of others. I haven't let those become too important.
She made her first stage appearance at the age of four in Midsummer Night's Dream.
Stage-struck! She's a young lady of qualities.
As of this moment, you're six years old.
- Groom? - Yes, dear.
I mean, you haven't had a minute alone yet.
- Why not? - If you'd come in the middle...
I'm being rude now, aren't I? Or should I say, ain't I?
I guess it started back home. Wisconsin, that is.
It is not important that you hear what he says.
That's for tonight. You're invited.
Then the war came and we got married.
Let's not get overdramatic.
He needed help behind a notions counter.
...I closed the first half for eleven years, and you know it!
Margo's great. She knows it, that's the trouble.
Eve... I don't think you meant to cause unhappiness.
- Max is gonna drop us. - Good night.
And I could take care of everything here and meet you at the gate with the ticket...
As young as they want, you mean.
Poor Max! Heartburn?
Oh, hi, Margo.
As a matter of fact, you're looking at it.
Let's have a minimum of pretending. I shall want to do a column about you.
- Now just a minute... - Margo's not been exactly a compromise.
Karen and I were just chatting.
The end of an old road, the beginning of a new one.
All right!
- Easy or not, I won't believe a word of it. - Why should you?
It isn't important whether you do. We are wearing long underwear.
The picture's wrapped up. We previewed last night.
- That script to take to the Guild. - I've got it.
Please don't have me arrested. I didn't steal anything. You can search me.
- Hi. - Hi, Margo!
You bought the new girdles a size smaller. I can feel it.
If she can act, she might not be bad.
After the other day, I regarded it as simply a promise fulfilled.
There are certain characteristics for which you are famous, on stage and off.
...making her say what he wanted her to say.
You're an improbable person, Eve, and so am I. We have that in common.
Lloyd, will you promise not to be angry with me?
I say your idolatry of Margo started in San Francisco, didn't it?
Then stop being a star and treating your guests as your supporting cast.
Young in years, but whose heart is as old as the theater.
But you're not a woman.
Max, you sly puss.
That I should want you at all suddenly strikes me as the height of improbability.