Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's obvious you're not a woman.
- It's only a one-picture deal. - So few come back.
...about the lamentable practice in our theater of permitting...
I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me.
And Bill, especially Bill. She did that too.
- Extra help get here? - There's some characters...
It's just a feeling. I don't know.
You certainly can.
No playwright in the world could make me believe...
But Hollywood. You mustn't stay out there.
...to have a 24-year-old character played by a 24-year-old actress.
How nice for Lloyd. How nice for Eve. How nice for everybody.
- Who are you? - Miss Harrington!
- I can't believe Eve said those things. - In this rat race...
Playwrights everywhere would give their shirts for that compromise.
Smart, good head on my shoulders, that sort of thing.
- You're not going, are you? - I think I'd better.
Don't pick up that phone. Don't even touch it.
Is it really? I must start wearing a watch! I never have, you know.
I'm so happy I can do something for you at long last.
Miss Harrington's resting, Mr. DeWitt. She asked me to see who it is.
If I haven't, I'll find something till you get normal.
Packed houses, tickets four months in advance.
Like a salted peanut.
- Hello, Miss Channing. - My husband.
Carefully rehearsed, I have no doubt.
Miss Caswell is where I can lend no support, moral or otherwise.
- Whose is it? - Some Hollywood movie star.
Like I just swam the English Channel. Now what?
There are, in general, two types of theatrical producers.
- I'm tired. I want to go home. - Very well. I'll drop you off.
To my director...
- For you. - Thank you.
I'll be back to claim it... and soon.
- What do you mean by that? - It must have been a revelation...
And I thought it might be best if I skipped rehearsals from then on.
...outside of loving your husband.
Well, it can wait.
Bill's here, baby.
I can't tell you how sorry I am.
I could die right now and nobody'd be confused.
- She was a revelation. - Oh, to you too?
- What'll you have? - A milk shake?
It's been... I can hardly find the words to say how it's been.
The situation I'm in ain't the kind you can belch your way out of.
Somebody's got to be very witty about a toast.
Lloyd!
It can't be. I came here to read with Miss Caswell. I promised Max.
"We was more starved out, you might say."
If you told him so, he'd give me the part. He said he would.
Whatever it is, it's here, it flares up, burns hot...
Margo and Bill want us to meet them at the Cub Room tonight after the theater.
Heart to heart? Woman to woman?
It has everything to do with you having a fight with Bill.
It's a very famous name, Mr. DeWitt.
I was there. I saw you and heard you through the dressing-room door.
- You shouldn't have had any doubts. - After all, the other day was one scene.
...dressed as maids and butlers. Did you call the William Morris Agency?
Women with furs like that where it never even gets cold.
For services rendered beyond... whatever it is of duty, darling.
Lloyd, I'm not 20-ish. I'm not 30-ish.
I have not come to New Haven to see the play, discuss your dreams...
- What would you like? Texas? - I want everybody to shut up about Eve.
I can't believe you're making this up.
He's going to leave Karen. We're going to be married.
Well, why should he and why should you?
San Francisco has no Shubert Theater. You've never been to San Francisco.
- All paved with diamonds and gold? - You know me better than that.
- Hear, hear. - But you may quote me as follows:
So many qualities so often!
Yes, I've seen every performance.
...a fur coat over a nightgown.
Well, with Eddie gone, my life went back to beer.
To so many things I want to be for Bill.
- Everybody can't be Gregory Peck. - You're a setup for some young babe.
...and that I regard this great honor...
You know the Eve Harrington Club that they have in most girls' high schools?
- Guilty! - Mad!
Then if you won't get out, I'll have you thrown out.
To each of us and all of us - never have we been more close.
Such young hands. Such a young lady.
And this is my dear friend and companion, Miss Birdie Coonan.
...of such questionable honors as the Pulitzer Prize...
The curtains. I made them myself.
No.
But you won't or can't tell me.
...when they can't have what they want.
- Bill, don't get stuck on some glamour puss. - I'll try.
Many of the audience understandably preferred to return another time to see Margo.
I like the title, Footsteps on the Ceiling.
The general atmosphere is very Macbethish.
The other is one to whom each production means potential ruin or fortune.
- I want to apologize for Birdie. - You don't have to apologize for me!
- That $500 brought you straight to New York. - She was a liar. She was a liar!
- He can help you. - I wish I'd never met him.
...sitting up.
...mature actresses to continue playing roles...
...and those awards presented annually by that... film society.
- And I have friends. - I love you, Max. I really mean it.
Why, yes, I'm sure we can and I'm sure we'd love to.
- I'm the president. - Erasmus Hall. That's in Brooklyn, isn't it?
- Karen and I just don't want an accident. - I don't intend to have an accident.
Eve, you mustn't mind Margo too much, even if I do.
It started in San Francisco, didn't it?
What's her name? Your sister?
Surely no actor is older than I.
- That's beside the point. - It is the point!
Everything a playwright first thinks of wanting to write about...
I confide in you and rely on you more than anyone I've ever known.
Like some magic perfume.
It's also true you worked in a brewery. But life there was not as dull as you pictured it.
Eve. Eve Harrington.
This is the most ghoulish conversation!
Ladies and gentlemen, for distinguished achievement in the theater...
Never have I seen so much elite, all with their eyes on me...
You think Miller or Sherwood would stand for the nonsense I take from you?
We have seen beyond the beauty and artistry...
- I'm gonna take you to Margo. - Oh, no!