Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on in.
- We've come for the car. - What car?
All right, let's go.
Nothing, for work in a filling station. I'm bored with that jacket and pants.
Sometimes as we watched, she'd clutch my arm or my hand,
That sad, embarrassing revelation.
And started to check the damage, just for the record.
The address is
Like an athlete training for the Olympics, she counted every calorie,
- If I could be of any help. - Sorry, I just didn't think it was good.
- That's sad. - Not at all.
- The newsreel cameras are here. - Tell them to go.
Whenever she suspected I was getting bored,
His greatest successes!
Is that so? What's the wonderful news?
They now added up to exactly zero.
You're being silly. We don't need two cars, we have one.
Paramount Studios.
that looked rundown and deserted.
I'm not in love with him any more, that's all.
They're on location in Arizona making a Western.
- Close, but no cigar. - You're not really a smuggler?
What's so funny about it?
- But it needs work. - I feared so.
Why don't you? I'm writing a script and I'm going to finish it!
They tell him he's got to throw the World Series?
Wait. Get the car out and take the script to Paramount.
Nothing would please me more if it were possible.
- What's wrong? - It's from hunger.
- No. - Please.
The Norma Desmond Follies.
Well, what is this anyway? This is Betty Schaefer.
Oh, yes, yes.
- I haven't got a thing. - Any assignment, additional dialogue.
Madame will pardon me, the shadow over the left eye is not quite balanced.
A great package of rain. Oversized like everything else in California.
sagitarrius
What would a handwriting expert make of her childish scrawl?
Yes, Mr DeMille. It's that car of hers, an old Isotta Fraschini.
- Why did she call me? - Jealous.
These are nothing. You can have anything. What do you want?
This is more important.
Nothing, Madame. Somebody enquiring about a stray dog.
I'm talking from Norma Desmond's bedroom.
But it wasn't so simple getting coherence into her wild hallucinations.
And Vilma Banky and Rod La Rocque.
I just don't.
The whole place seemed stricken with a creeping paralysis,
- Have you met Miss Desmond? - It's a great pleasure.
But you just can't say those things to somebody you're crazy about.
Coroner's office. I want to speak to the coroner.
I'm in the middle of a rehearsal.
Once they ran up to 70 cents, which was about the only cash I ever got.
but he's trying to go straight, except some gamblers won't let him.
What kind of material do you recommend? Joyce, Dostoyevsky?
Let's get a good look at you.
- What are you doing? - I'm packing.
They're pretty hot about it at Twentieth, except Zanuck's all wet.
It's about five o'clock in the morning.
All right, why don't you take a crack at Hollywood?
How could she breathe in that house so crowded with Norma Desmonds?
You'd be throwing it away. I don't qualify for the job any more.
You did, sir. Goodnight, sir.
The first time you see me coming any closer,
Don't bother with a rewrite. Take it direct. Ready?
Have you thought I may have a life of my own, a girl I'm crazy about?
There was a tennis court, or rather the ghost of a tennis court,
- Whose? - Look around, there's a lot of her.
furthermore, you can have the phone now.
Maybe l'd been an idiot not to have sensed it was coming.
What's the matter?
Well, I got hold of Gordon Cole.
Hold that noise!
Stop it. Where've you been keeping yourself?
You're Norma Desmond. You were big in silent pictures.
A return to the millions who've never forgiven me for deserting the screen.
- Paramount's calling. - Who?