Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

so I borrowed the money.
Don't blame me. I'm just a writer.
We'll bury him in the garden. Any city laws against that?
That bundle of raw nerves and Max and a dead monkey upstairs,
I've got some, too. This is New Year's Eve, let's live it up.
Get Gordon Cole. Tell him to forget about her car.
Forgive me for calling so late, but I feel it's my duty.
I would do that, but I'm not good enough to do it alone.
I never got those telephone calls and I've never been in this house.
A middle-aged lady, very foolish and very generous.
The slave market. It's better to cut directly to...
The bathroom's there. I put in some towels, soap and a toothbrush.
It reminded me of being twelve, sneaking out to see a gangster film.
I was living in an apartment house above Franklin and lvar.
No, I was born two blocks from the studio, Lemon Grove Avenue.
- Are you hungry? - Hungry?
It has some good things in it, but it would be a very expensive picture.
Why don't you? We can finish the script by Thursday.
Her chauffeur drove it here the other day. It's perfect for the Crosby picture.
They beached me like a harpooned baby whale.
Now, Miss Desmond, is there anything you want to tell us?
- Have one of mine. - They're dreadful and make me cough.
As for her, she sat coiled up like a watch-spring,
I hadn't worked in a studio for a long time.
I had to be with people my own age. I had to hear somebody laugh again.
All I know is, they didn't sell.
Go on.
- Who's on this phone? - I am. Get off!
Sagittarius. I like Sagittarians, you can trust them.
Kissing his cold, dead lips.
I've got $1 million.
A murder's been reported from one of those houses in the 10000 block.
You heard him. I'm a star.
It seemed like a good idea if we are to work together.
Remember, I don't work before
Don't think I thought this would win an Academy Award.
There it was. Betty Schaefer's future right in the palm of my hand.
It's Salome's story. I'll have DeMille direct.
Robbie Leslie? She must be a million years old!
A baseball player, a rookie shortstop that's batting 347, once did a hold-up,
I like it that way. Maybe it's not very admirable.
An old trainer got beaned, goes out of his head sometimes.
You didn't know Norma Desmond as a lovely girl of 17,
Sagittarius...I like Sagittarians... you can trust them.
- Don't you sometimes hate yourself? - Constantly.
- Alright, I'll give you a few more clues. - No, I haven't heard any of this.
You may be too young to even suspect there are men of his sort.
Well, you and Artie can be admirable.
I hated "Bases Loaded" because I knew your name. I'd heard you had talent.
- Something's wrong with your car? - There sure is.
- That's a lie. They still want me. - No, they don't.
In fact, it was on one of those walks when she told me about her nose.
So I called a pal of mine, Artie Green.
- Cut out that "us" business. - What's the matter with you?
Ever heard of Isotta Fraschinis?
It's dawn now and they must've photographed me a thousand times.
I don't know why you're so upset. Stop that playing, Max.
- You are going to stay? - Yes.
It was empty now. Or was it?
There were three young directors who showed promise in those days.
Just a minute, you. You're a writer, you said.
Was he out digging up a job for poor Joe Gillis?
- Pack 'em up again. I'm not staying! - Make up your mind.
I couldn't see his face, but the organ was draped in black.
Who? Some car-hop or dress extra?
- Shall I start now? - Seriously. I've got ideas.
Can you see Ty Power as the shortstop?
If there's anything in "Dark Windows" you can use, take it, it's all yours.
- Who's Norma? - Who's who?
- My eyes can say anything I want. - It could use some shears.
She's a fan for my literary output.
Shout at me, strike me, but don't hate me.
It's OK, OK. I'm going.
So I sat there grinding out original stories, two a week.
What a wonderful next year it's going to be what fun we're going to have
Then come on. What is this, mink?
Plain crazy when it came to that one subject: her celluloid self.
It wasn't in Palm Springs, and it wasn't in the garage.