Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, Addison.
We rehearsed most of last night.
Nice speech, Eve. But I wouldn't worry too much about your heart.
He looked it five years ago. He'll look it 20 years from now.
This type is out to make a buck.
Then you two must have a long talk.
She's got two things to do: carry clothes and press 'em wrong.
More time to relax in the fresh air at a racetrack.
I've been told off in no uncertain terms, all over town.
After you change, if you're not busy elsewhere, we could have supper.
- I wish I could believe that. - Give yourself time.
- Why not? - Now you want an argument.
I had it!
"Taken it for granted"?
You see that man? That's Max Fabian, the producer.
Isn't it awful? I'm about to ask you for another favor...
I wouldn't think of taking that girl away from you.
It's your birthday.
- Where's my coat? - Right where you left it.
We're a breed apart from the rest of humanity, we theater folk.
Eve became my sister, lawyer, mother, friend, psychiatrist and cop.
He likes a few drinks after we finish, so he sent it up.
- Aren't you? - Frankly, yes.
Isn't it silly? Suddenly I've developed a big, protective feeling toward her.
How nice.
You rang a bell. Little things here and there, but it doesn't matter.
Not at all. And now you can do me a great favor.
Sooner or later, we've got to work at it.
Nothing in her background should have brought her closer to the stage than Row E.
That's never stopped you before.
By your smart dress, I take it your companion is a lady?
I won't forget.
- Oh, yes! She's got to meet you. - No, I'd be imposing on her.
That's one career all females have in common, whether we like it or not.
Even if I wanted to, as you say, be less humble, blow my own horn...
Come to think of it, I haven't been very pleasant for weeks. For that, I'm truly sorry.
...since they merely construct a tower...
...when I need you more than ever.
Why should you? The theater's for everybody - you included - but not exclusively.
That you have the same contempt for me as for them?
Then, when the show went East, I went East.
It was a drizzly night. I remember I asked the taxi to wait.
However, it is important that you know where you are and why you are here.
- Did you see it here in New York? - San Francisco.
Threaten me with legal action and I'll crush you like this cigarette!
...have looked upon Modjeska, Ada Rehan and Minnie Fiske.
I am an apprentice in the theater...
- Of course. - You won't forget?
However, during her senior year at Radcliffe, Lloyd Richards lectured on the drama.
Minor awards are for such as the writer and director...
- Nothing? - Everything. Everything's so funny.
And if I can't tell them apart, how can he?
I understand she's now the understudy in there.
- I'm glad Bill's back. - They'd die without each other.
To be a good actor or actress, or anything in the theater...
80% of it'll go for taxes.
We decided night before last, before we came up here.
I want a run-of-the-play contract.
They carry on and misbehave. They'd get drunk if they knew how...
Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy night
Thanks for your help. Good luck.
Just be sure to lock up all blunt instruments and throwable objects.
- I'm lucky they didn't throw things. - Your performance was no surprise to me.
And Karen mentioned, of course, that Margo expects to play the part?
Lloyd loves me. I love him.
Tell me. What do you do in between the time Margo goes in and comes out?
That Lloyd felt as he did because she read his lines exactly as he'd written them.
Now, go and do yourself some good.
Not mouse. Never mouse. If anything, rat!
Tell us about it, Eve.
Mrs. Richards?
But Eve, Margo. Let me tell you about Eve.
- How far is the station? - About three or four miles.
- You want it on? - It doesn't matter.
That's fine. Fine and dandy.
Any time you want, starting with tonight's performance.
Of course, they're just movie stars.
- Bill? Lloyd? - No.
...so exciting, to have your lines read just as you wrote them!
And why not?
Hold that coat up.
...unloved.
All about Eve, in fact.
Hello. Will you please call Miss Eve Harrington to the phone?
If we don't blow them, who else will?
I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. It's just my way of talking.
Fasten your seatbelts Its going to be a bumpy night!
It's June now. That was early October.
...will take place in a well-padded booby hatch.
"That you and I..."?
You won't have to read his column tomorrow, Eve. You just heard it.
What a lovely, clever name. Where the elite meet.
- Didn't you know? - Of course I knew.
The girl next door, the girl on the moon. Time has been good to Eve.
That is, if you want me back.
- What have I got to do with it? - Everything.
Bill Sampson? He's... he's a director.
Lloyd Richards.
I was afraid someone would notice the lights were on, so I turned them off.
- The gong rang, the fight's over, calm down. - I will not calm down.
There you are.
- Just wondered what? - Why?
And those cheques for the income-tax man.
I'm only human, rumors to the contrary, and I'm as curious as the next man.
And the man or woman who accepts those terms can't be ordinary...
...since I'm a playwright and not an oil-well operator, I was thinking...
...whose kindness and graciousness I shall never forget...
A martini, very dry, please.
Your friendship with Margo...
To put me to bed? Take my clothes off, hold my head?
Studying me as if I were a play or a blueprint!
- Good night. - Good night.
Mrs. Richards?
Are you proud of me, Bill?
Standing room doesn't cost much. I manage.
- Margo. - Margo lunching in public?
...that have made her name resound through the nation.
I couldn't be more surprised if she'd said Grant's tomb.