Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not talking much, just wandering down alleys between the stages,
I must know.
- What's the occasion? - Have him come up, Max.
I want the coffin to be white and specially lined with satin,
I want to say how happy I am to be in the studio making a picture again.
- So do I. - Let me show you where it fits in.
I'll buy him five old cars if necessary.
- A spade. - Pass.
This is the palace staircase.
Thirsting for the coolness of your lips.
- Joseph C Gillis? - That's right.
we'd make a little tour of the drowsing lot.
A neglected house gets an unhappy look.
I can tell her you're in the projection room, give her the brush.
Shut up! I'm rich, richer than all this new Hollywood trash.
- It's 10.15. What time will they arrive? - Who?
I've forgotten how many spades are out!
- Up the stairs. - Listen for a minute...
That's the trouble with you readers. You know all the plots.
Over by the rainbow room.
The husbands, I should say. Madame's been married three times.
You're here, Joe.
It is not Mr DeMille in person, it's someone named Gordon Cole.
Now do you believe me? I told you DeMille would jump at it.
- Let's have a drink. - Shouldn't we wait for the others?
I didn't argue with her.
This is shop talk.
Lots of outdoors stuff. I bet you could make it for under a million.
What silly thing was that to do?
- Where's the bar? - Come on.
It came right through the old roof of my room above the garage.
"I want to talk to you. Not now, I'm playing three no trump."
Walking in to work like...
Thirty million fans gave her the brush. Isn't that enough?
- That was her on the phone? - Drink?
You are? Writing words, words, more words.
It'd be a change of pace for Ladd. And simple to shoot.
That's the homicide squad, complete with detectives and newspapermen.
and spare you a great deal of misery.
A few evenings later, we were visiting one of the waxworks for bridge.
That's where the popcorn business comes in. Buy it to plug your ears.
Norma Desmond?
Where's the ashtray? Joe, can't we have the ashtray?
She was like all writers when we first hit Hollywood,
I gave her advice on an idiotic script.
- One diamond. - One heart.
You need $300? Of course I could give you $300, only I'm not going to.
Betty Schaefer engaged to Artie Green, as nice a guy as ever lived,
Only it wasn't empty any more. l'd had a visitor.
before those Hollywood columnists get their hands on it,
- Darling, are you there? - Yes.
When you're through with that thing, can I have it?
- Fair enough. - Salome. What a woman.
- You're right, Miss Desmond. - Go on, Max.
Is there someplace we can talk?
All right. Give me this. I need it for a moustache. Now, close your eyes.
Bring something to drink. Sit down. Is there enough light?
Let's go back about six months and find the day when it all started.
The great Norma Desmond.
Nothing's the matter. I'm having a great time. Show me some more.
Maybe you think you could...
- The other guests. - There aren't any.
He had a great big bungalow on wheels.
What is it, Max? Want to wash the car?
Incredibly, there'd been some more
I'm sorry you lost your friend. I don't think red is the right colour.
They were silent movies, and Max would run the projection machine.
You've made a rope of words and strangled this business.
Then they loved my nose, only they didn't like my acting.
Thank you, darling. Thank you, Joe.
Norma Desmond!
That's what makes it great.
Joe.
Young man, tell me something.
- Where are the keys? - Why should I give you them?