Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've got five minutes. What's your story about?
- I wrote that with my heart. - Sure you did.
I put him on my massage table by the fire.
- You sweet kid. - One's called something "Window".
My astrologer read DeMille's horoscope and mine.
There was another occupant in that garage.
You'll read about it in the late editions.
- I hear she was a terror to work with. - Only toward the end.
I own three blocks downtown, I've got oil in Bakersfield pumping, pumping.
that I started facing the facts.
But there's a microphone to catch the last gurgles,
The kind crazy movie people built in the crazy twenties.
Quiet, everybody!
They rewrote the whole picture for rain and shot half.
- How old are you? - 22.
No, Phillip, we must be strong.
the real guy arrived with the baby coffin.
The wind gets in that pipe organ. I ought to take it out.
afraid l'd do injury to that precious brainchild of hers.
It taught me sense. I worked up from the mail room to being reader.
Have they forgotten what a star looks like?
- I want to talk to you about that. - Isn't it a good script?
Sam at her review with Tony
if it was still open, back to the smirking delight of the office.
Put it back.
Even if she got away with it in court, crime of passion, temporary insanity,
We didn't need dialogue. We had faces.
This room hasn't been used for a long time.
nor with friends in the usual sense of the word.
- Hey, you forgot this. - Thanks.
The accent! This guy's in the pay of a foreign government.
- Just so happens, we have a vacancy on the couch. - I'll take it.
- No? - I'm not just your agent.
- I'm sorry if I crossed you up. - You sure have.
Shut up. If we could get a story...
Pročitaj ovo di ubije lika Stani stani stani
Your apartment gave me a Crest View number.
- Don't you want to come along? - It's your script, your show.
Betty, there's no use running out on it. Let's face it, whatever it is.
Joe.
Could I? Gillis...
Yeah? Why, if it isn't Miss Desmond!
You see, this is my life. It always will be. There's nothing else.
All right, it was quite a few years ago. But I've never looked better in my life.
All right, notify Henry Wilcoxon. Spread that out so I can see it.
There's a short stretch of my fiction you found worthy of notice?
Happy New Year, Norma.
Back at that pool again. The one I always wanted.
- Norma Desmond! - I thought she was dead.
I'd take it, only it's too dressy for a copy desk in Dayton, Ohio.
Goodbye, Norma. We'll see what we can do.
- I want to talk to you. - Not now, I'm playing three no trump.
TL; DR
It must've burned up ten gallons to a mile.
And a chimp was dancing for pennies.
Audiences don't know somebody sits down and writes a picture.
She was the greatest. You wouldn't know, you're too young.
Hi, Artie. Evening, Miss Schaefer.
- Deliver it to Mr DeMille in person. - Very good.
Very simple set-up.
Hey, Betty, here's that weird-sounding woman again.
kept going through my head like a dozen locomotives.
I found it flat and trite.
he'd just look at your heels and know the score.
The poor dope! He always wanted a pool.
Eight master bedrooms. A sunken tub in every bathroom.
Today is the day of the greatest conjunction.
They used to be Madame's dressing-room. The whole row.
We'll deduct it from my salary.
How long is a movie script these days? How many pages?
You're the only person in this stinking town that has.
I've got 20 pages and a good male character.