Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's how a lot of us think about Schwab's drugstore.

May I say that you smell real special?

Psychopaths sell like hot cakes.

But, it was better than sleeping in a raincoat and galoshes.

Not my favourite perfume, not by a long shot.

Don't just stand there hating me.

How do you like that? We've made 12 pictures together.

But that wasn't good enough. They had to have the ears, too.

performed with the utmost seriousness,

What can I tell her?

I had a nightmare and screamed for you. Where were you?

He was hard at work in Bel Air, making with the golf sticks.

I've given up writing on spec.

Norma, I must apologise for not calling you.

That's a lie. They want me. I get letters every day.

I bought a revolver. I stood in front of that mirror, but I couldn't do it.

- What assistant? - Don't play innocent. Gordon Cole.

- Come on, Joe. - Come on where?

- Is this where you live? - You bet.

When were you born? What zodiac sign?

Hey, Miss Desmond.

Not once. What's wrong with being the other side of the cameras?

I didn't know you were planning a comeback.

It's a rehash of something that wasn’t very good to begin with.

- Is that so? - What's the matter? Anything missing?

- She read the script? - DeMille's Leo, I'm Scorpio.

Just say thank you and go. Go, go!

My car would be safe down below while I patched up the script.

In all seriousness, this is really good.

Well, seems like Zanuck has got himself a baseball picture.

- Where are my cigarettes? - Where are your?

Sure you are. And we're not helping her any.

because I thought the whole thing was a mistake.

- You're leaving me? - Yes, I am, Norma.

- Maybe somebody else could tell me. - Nobody can give you any information.

- He took it to Palm Springs. - Gone away for his health?

Three times a week, Max hauled up that painting

of those urgent calls from Paramount.

- If you don't believe me, look. - We believe you, now believe us.

- Nice job. - It should be, it cost $300.

Because they want to see me - me, Norma Desmond.

Without me he'd have no job, because there'd be no Paramount.

- Tell Mr DeMille I'll be right on set. - What is this?

Don't turn around. Keep your eyes on the book.

There was someone with an accent growling: you weren't there,

Forget that! It's a car I'm talking about. Losing it is like losing my legs.

That didn't leave much for Wallace Reid.

Funny how gentle people get with you once you're dead.

Oh, yes, in that empty room over her garage.

Joe, I said you could have my couch, not my girl.

Mars has been transiting Jupiter for weeks.

However, by then, l'd started concocting a little plot of my own.

and had one of those car phones, all gold-plated.

Walking in to work like...

Say, she's quite a character that Norma Desmond.

- Why? - Are you or not?

And, of course, she had a pool. Who didn't then?

Perfect! Wonderful shoulders, and I love that line.

I wanted the job and the dough and to get out of there quickly.

Those are dirty words. You sound like New York critics.

that silly hodgepodge of melodramatic plots.

There was a time when they had the eyes of the world.

The name's Schaefer, Betty Schaefer. I wish I could crawl in a hole with it.

- It's true and moving. Why not? - Who wants true and moving?

- You couldn't find a nicer guy. - I agree.

The whole thing was upholstered in leopard skin,

Was theft involved? Did you catch him trying to steal something?

like a brand-new automobile.

Miss Schaefer, I'm trying to do you a favour

I just put my car in the garage. I had a blowout. I thought...

Not a cheap thing made of chromium and spit: an Isotta Fraschini.

Well, this is where you came in.

- Thank you. - I want you to do this work.

So much nicer than going out, she'd say.

Later he strangled himself with it.

But before you hear it all distorted and blown out of proportion,

- It's not the 10%. I'm your friend. - You are?

To fall in love with you was the idiotic thing.

I'd better press your evening clothes, sir.

Why begrudge me a little fun? I just want you to look nice.

Why don't you sit here and watch? Pictures have changed quite a bit.

It is, to me. That's why I came to this house and took this job, ghost-writing.

It's just that I am greatly worried about Madame.

OK, fellas, hold it, hold it!

You know, I'm pretty expensive. I get $500 a week.

It's all right, Max. I'll take it. Hello, Betty.

Do you know where he lives, how he lives, what he lives on?

A great big empty garage, just standing there going to waste.

afraid it would remind her that time had passed.

No, I haven't. I suppose all the waxworks are coming?