Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Please! - Come on.
All right, Mr DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.
- How are you? - Hi, Joe.
As I drove back towards town, I took inventory of my prospects.
It does?
Norma Desmond's coming to see Mr DeMille.
Madame's doctor. Madame has moments of melancholy.
Are you trying to be funny, because I'm out of laughs. I need a job.
they never heard of you.
Don't be silly. Here. I was going to give it to you at midnight.
Madame coming down after a hard night of pounding
Depends whether it's "Donald Duck" or "Joan of Arc".
Nothing, honest.
- You'll like it here. - I've my own apartment.
He wants me to come on to Arizona.
''Forgotten star a slayer. ';
- Good. - Why good? I miss him terribly.
My 18 suits, my custom-made shoes, the six dozen shirts,
What's that?
her cigarette clamped in a curious holder.
Press play to hear how I feel... Happy Valentine's Day Skippy
Of course you do. A tuxedo, tails and, if you aren't careful, a cut-away.
Now suppose you proofread page ten while the water boils, OK?
I didn't realise what it would be like coming back to the studio.
Roll 'em. Speed.
He was a smart producer with a set of ulcers to prove it.
It was made tougher with her around all the time, hovering over me,
The great-grandson of King Kong maybe.
- I will now kiss that nose of yours. - If you please.
Then why do they still write me fan letters and beg for my photographs?
...starving for a white shoulder. - Phillip, you're mad.
- Who asked you to? - I did.
Yes, you can. Put my old clothes and my typewriter in my suitcase.
- I haven't time to listen. - I'll make it short.
There have been some attempts at suicide.
- Sure. This'll go on all night. - No, I mean a couple of weeks?
Well, as long as the lady's paying for it, why not take the vicuÒa?
I didn't know where I was going. I just had to get out of there.
Intimate, isn't it?
- Excuse me. - There's a great part for Bill Demarest.
I'll say, this is solid gold.
It's too much of you. They don't want you in every scene.
I remember my walls were covered with black patent leather.
Our number must be similar to the number of the pound.
Ever see so much junk? She had the ceiling brought from Portugal.
I can't go on with this scene, I'm too happy.
This one had it in spades.
We shut off the gas in Madame's bedroom.
I'll do it again. I'll do it again!
and the wind wheezing through that organ once in a while.
- That'll be all Miss Kramer... Schaefer. - Goodbye, Mr Gillis.
- Madame is waiting. - For me?
Keep quiet back there!
I don't need any clothes and I don't want you buying them for me.
I'm free every evening and weekend. We could work at your place.
Look at this street.
May I come in, Joe? I've stopped crying.
I'll have the bellhop take care of your luggage. Just register it here.
ready for those cameras that would never turn.
- She still gets those fan letters. - Don't look closely at the postmarks.