Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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