Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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