Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Eddie was in the air force.
Where would you like to go? We must make this a special night.
To those who do not read, attend the theater, listen to unsponsored radio programmes...
...and the things you don't.
...and by the time we drove Margo to the station late Monday afternoon...
It's on my list of things I'll never understand, like collecting shrunken Indian heads.
Was she that bad?
- Birdie. - Hm?
I detest cheap sentiment.
...or pull the ivy from the walls of Yale.
- You're more than modest. - It's not modesty. I don't try to kid myself.
It was the last week. I went one night.
I think you do know.
Don't cry. Just score it as an incomplete forward pass.
Put it on one of the trunks, will you? I wanna pack it.
They gave me some anesthetic. I don't remember the name.
You better sit down. You look a bit wobbly.
It's about time the piano realized it has not written the concerto!
Of course.
I'll tour a year with this one, anything. Only you do understand, don't you?
We'd better let Mrs. Brown pick up the wardrobe.
I love you.
...who took a chance on an unknown, untried amateur.
I'm not interested whether thousands of people think I'm six or 600!
And the man who invented the steam-engine, he was watching a teakettle.
- It's nothing definite. Just lunch. - They'll be wasting their time.
"About the understandable reluctance of our entrenched first ladies of the stage...
...or know anything of the world in which you live...
I don't wanna be childish. I'd settle for a few years.
Wondering where she was.
You have a point. An idiotic one, but a point.
- Oh, waiter. - That isn't a waiter, my dear. That's a butler.
Now that's cooperation. I appreciate it.
I detest cheap sentiment.
...what she eats and what she wears and whom she knows...
No, don't go.
Right. 11.45ish.
Diamond collar, gold sleeves. You know - picture people.
...distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen.
- I've brought her back to see you. - You've what?
I haven't your unyielding good taste.
I'm sure you mean something, but I don't know what.
Please don't play governess, Karen.
Eve would ask Abbott to give her Costello.
We now got everything a dressing room needs except a basketball hoop!
It got less and less dull, until your boss's wife had your boss followed by detectives.
- Can I fix you a drink? - With the reluctant compliments of Max?
- More than anything else in the world. - Then ask Miss Harrington how to get one.
I figured I'd stay in San Francisco.
MAX YOU SLY PUSS
...interview people you have to see, get rid of those you don't have to.
- I made a promise. - To Miss Caswell? What?
Are you threatening me with legal action, Mr. Fabian?
- An answer. - No.
A graduate of the Copacabana School of Dramatic Art.
...a shade more on the... shall we say, happier side?
It seems I can't think of a thing you haven't thought of.
- Good night. - Good night, Gus.
There is something.
...there is nothing I wanna do so much as kick her right square in the pants.
- She did? - She hasn't missed a week since I left.
...and it's gone.
- One? - No, two, please.
And what's left will be... what?
Dear Margo, you were an unforgettable Peter Pan. You must play it again soon.
Call me Birdie.
It isn't the part. It's a great part and a fine play. But not for me anymore.
But, somehow, acting and make-believe began to fill up my life more and more.
- Until now, we've only met in passing. - That's how you met me. In passing.
I'd love to. Or should I pretend I'm busy?
Acted out all sorts of things. What they were isn't important.
Lloyd says it's a publicity release.
- Then I guess I fell asleep. - You were just looking around?
I'm about to go into the shower. I won't be able to hear you.
I don't suppose the heater runs if the motor doesn't.
...if that's what you wanna be. - Is that what you want me to be?
Sarah Bernhardt and Poodles Hanneford. Lunt and Fontanne, Betty Grable.
- You'd have been proud of her. - I'm sure.
- You need new girdles. - Buy some.
Good morning. Well, what do you think of my elegant new suit?
- Don't bother. Mrs. Brown will be along soon. - No trouble at all.
You can always put that award where your heart ought to be.
...she and Lloyd had thawed out to the extent of being civil to each other.
She can play Peck's Bad Boy all she wants and who's to stop her?
...whose help, guidance, and advice...
- May I have your coat? - I'll take it up.
Cut! Print it! What happens in the next reel? Do I get dragged off to the snake pits?
Shall we?
MAX YOU SLY PUSS
You listen as if someone else had written your play. Whom do you have in mind?
Next to that sable, my new mink seems like an old bed jacket.
Three months ago I was 40 years old.
But you did. More to yourself perhaps, as it turned out, than to anyone else.
If Equity or my lawyer can't or won't do anything about it...
- You've got to admit, it'd be a novelty. - Now you're quoting Addison... or Eve.
Belong? To you?
- It's a good thought. - It won't play.
Lloyd may leave Karen, but he will not leave Karen for you.
- Do you know what I'm going to be? - A cowboy?
Margo. Margo, I want you to know how sorry I am about this.
All of us invited that afternoon...
- Lloyd, what's happened? - Up to here, that's where I've got it.
Here I am.
- Good evening, Gus. - Good evening, Mrs. Richards.
- I don't think it's such a good idea. - Promise?
Dear sentimental, generous, courageous Max Fabian...
You won't bore him, honey. You won't even get a chance to talk.
- Oh, brother, what? - When she gets like this...
...has sold its last pill.
- Make-up's a little heavy. - And for you.
I don't think I could be.
Who is it?
- She works hard. - Night and day.
I'm going to bed.