Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I remember when... - I try to explain to her...
Do me a favor, Marty, will you? Talk to Blanche.
Ah, poor thing.
I'm not trying to do anything. Honestly, Jane.
You're gonna like your present.
EDWIN: So now you know. - That's right. So now we know.
It's believed Blanche Hudson, film great of the early '30s...
You know what? You're just a neurotic.
But...
Miss Rotten, Stinking Actress!
...you must have the right atmosphere.
Oh, I don't think it does her any real harm.
Well, that's what Julie told me.
Doesn't that give you some kind of responsibility?
But of course, Dehlia can't understand that.
No joke.
Who do you think you're kidding?
Thank you.
- You mean there's more? - Yes, there is.
Well...
All crowd around to see Baby Jane Hudson.
Isn't she great?
Yeah, let's see.
It's a bit of a nuisance, but I had to put my car in for servicing.
I see. Just a moment, please.
What did you have in mind? A nice little place where they could look after me?
She'll never forget those early years...
(Grunting)
Eddie's going to tell!
Oh.
Yes.
Blanche, you're not gonna sell this house.
He hates me.
I don't think anybody's ever gonna want that picture again.
(Sobbing)
(Phone Ringing)
My point is she ought to have sense enough to know...
It's so sad.
- Uh, Mom... - Uh-huh.
No, it wasn't. It was a love story.
(Bird Squawking)
No...
Ha!
Did you ever stop to think that...
He's going to tell.
...and a murderer as well.
BLANCHE: Let them in. - Oh, but what if...?
Oh, you're a liar. You're just a liar. You always were!
- You're gonna call? - Call who?
I want to order some liquor. It's Jane Hudson.
But I guess maybe it'll be too late.
She must've thought they were advertisements.
You've been spying on me.
Here comes the Super Chief!
Good morning, Mr. Weber. I'm Miss Brent.
The reason for women who defend lonnng beards.
I know it's 11:00. I'll be there when I get there.
I watched you get out of the car.
...I'll pay you first thing Wednesday, a month in advance.
(In Normal Voice) Goodbye, doctor.
Just when could you let me have some money?
No, Jane, it really was.
I'll see you Wednesday.
I mean, maybe you were just too independent.
You must listen.
Who'd you wanna call, Blanche?
- I see! - Well, it's true!
(Banging And Clanging)
What's the matter? You look like you've been in a fight.
- I've got something else for you. - What?
...what her sister did for her. She told me that.
I'll catch on. Watch me.
What will we use?
...Jane's contract won't be any problem.
Isn't that how I was conceived?
"I've Written a Letter to Daddy."
Let's see now. As I recall, your father took me to see it at the old Majestic.
I told her to come back next week.
I say, what a perfectly charming room.
I guess she should know.
I don't think she's feeling very well today.
You didn't do it, Jane.
- Didn't she call? - I don't think so.
- Ernie. Get a load of this. ...was abducted by her sister...
- You promised me. - I know I did and I have the money.
I didn't bring you breakfast...
- See you next Tuesday then. - Yeah.
I don't get it, Marty.
Yeah, we could get hold of that nice Dr. Shelby, couldn't we?
No. It's not that important, is it? Not like relationships between people.
I've written a letter to Daddy.