Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail.
- Get out. - You're too short for that gesture.
City Hall, that's for prizefighters and reporters. I see a cathedral, banks of flowers...
It'll be a night to remember.
- Please. - Thank you.
- Really, Eve? Why? - Otherwise, I never would have dared to read.
...but as a standard to hold against what I have yet to accomplish.
Addison told her how superbly Eve had read the part.
Oh, no. I see the play.
- I haven't been very pleasant this weekend. - We've all been a little tense lately.
- Oh, I forgot I had it. - I didn't.
Need any help?
Still just the theater, after all.
- They're your fans. - They're nobody's fans.
- Karen? - Mm-hm?
Eve has no intention of going to Hollywood.
You used my name to blackmail Karen into getting you the part of Cora.
Your next move, it seems to me, should be towards television.
Looks like I'm going to have a fancy party.
Like she's studying you.
At any rate, I felt terribly guilty and ashamed of myself...
...he'd gotten used to long ago.
- Find out. - Only thing:
You and Lloyd, how long, even in the theater...
- You can have one at Max's. - I don't think I'm going.
...until they were forced to ring up the curtain at nine o'clock.
Hello!
Don't worry too much about what people think.
Mr Fabian this cigarette is you.
Hand me that empty bottle. I may find her.
Won't you sit down, Miss Worthington?
You all know all about Eve.
- You have no right to say that. - And, artistically, very promising.
You know, she probably means well after all.
...is a short stretch of sidewalk between the Shubert Theater and the Taft Hotel...
...which are openings for New Yorkers who want to go out of town.
You're very young and very talented.
The reading could've been better, but you said it.
Just huddle in that doorway and wait?
Thank you.
Sure, Miss Harrington.
...they're her words she's saying and her thoughts she's expressing?
You left your award in his cab, and he brought it back.
The woods are full of one-scene sensations.
Perfectly innocent? Men have been hanged for less!
It seemed odd, suddenly, your not being here.
- I don't think that's funny. - Of course it is!
- What time is it? - When you asked a minute ago, it was 5.42.
Not to you, not to Bill.
If I play Cora, Addison will never tell what happened, in or out of print.
These hallowed walls, indeed many of these faces...
Margo Channing is a star of the theater.
Hello, Mr. Richards. She's upstairs in her room.
After all, it was no more than a harmless joke...
Margo has to realize what's attractive on stage need not be attractive off.
The audition was at 2.30. It's now nearly four.
All playwrights should be dead for 300 years!
Wanted to apologize to someone, and didn't dare face Margo.
Certainly, Mr. DeWitt.
Arthur Miller? Sherwood? Beaumont and Fletcher?
That quality of quiet graciousness.
Yes.
- How did you hear about it? - There was an item in The Times.
The implication being that I did not read them as written?
But then I'd never met Addison DeWitt.
He's not my friend. You were my friends.
Especially if you're me between now and tomorrow morning.
That would solve none of their problems because actresses never die!
...but there were practical difficulties.
And, besides, you got a new guest. A movie star from Hollywood.
...not so much as an award for what I have achieved...
He couldn't sleep, he said. He'd left Karen.
It's that Miss Caswell.
- What do you take me for? - I don't know that I "take you" for anything.
- So you're going to Hollywood? - Mm-hm.
Who's to give her that boot in the rear she needs and deserves?
...until his play becomes a vehicle for Miss Channing.
They forwarded the telegram from Milwaukee.
They never see a play or a movie. They're never indoors long enough.
Hm?
I was sure you'd want to, being his birthday.
We usually wind up screaming as the curtain comes down.
Oh, those previews!
It's after one now. You won't get home till all hours.
- I just can't believe it! - It gets better!
It sticks out, it's got spotlights on it and a brass band.
...so there isn't enough to keep me as busy as I should be.
There goes Eve.
- I'm in love with Lloyd. - He is a commercially successful playwright.
- You don't mind my speaking to you? - Not at all.
- Eve, why don't you start at the beginning? - Oh, it couldn't possibly interest you.
Of course I've got bicarb.
I intend to hold you to it.
It wasn't a reading, it was a performance.
Why so remote, Addison?
This must be, at long last, our formal introduction.
You forget you'll need them again when you get back to being a woman.
Now we must join our sunburnt eager beaver.
- What are you going to wear? - Something simple...
- Where is she now? - Up in your room.
- Sensitive, understanding, young, exciting... - You'll run out of adjectives, dear.
So Eve is not working for Max, after all.
- Just slipped your mind? - Completely.