Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The world is full of love tonight. No woman is safe.
To know how loyal her friends are...
...can't be just someone.
Max, you sly puss.
Bill's welcome-home birthday party... a night to go down in history.
- I'd like anything Miss Channing played in. - Would you really? How sweet!
To thousands of people you're as young as you want.
- Not that Lloyd and I are gonna be married. - I see.
Bill's 32. He looks 32.
That suddenly makes the whole thing believable.
Among so many quiet qualities.
And who remembered it? Who was there on the dot at 12 midnight?
It seems Miss Harrington left her award in the taxi cab. Will you give it to her?
Peace and quiet is for libraries.
what I go after I want to go after.
Why do they always look like unhappy rabbits?
...we could put Footsteps into production right away.
Just like that.
Being a woman.
- It's important that we talk, killer to killer. - Champion to champion.
...she starts playing Hamlet's mother.
...by minds more mature and talents far greater than mine.
But due to some uncontrollable drive, you permit the slightest action of a kid...
There you are, Maxie dear.
The one that came from Washington.
The four of us here together - it's Eve fault. I forgive her.
...and where she was and when and where she's going.
- Who's left out there? - Too many.
Like a nylon lemon peel.
- Call? What call? - Is this Templeton 89970? Miss Channing?
...with those backward children you've played tricks on?
Don't run away, Bill.
- Right here, just a minute ago. - That's nice.
Who read with Miss Caswell?
- 20! - 30 minutes, 40 minutes. What of it?
Six nights a week for weeks of watching even Margo Channing enter and leave a theater.
Also a contempt for humanity, an inability to love and be loved.
...and gives a performance out of nowhere! - You've been all through that with Lloyd.
Tell you what. We'll put Stanislavsky on his plane, then go somewhere and talk.
Like waves of love coming over the footlights and wrapping you up.
40! Four-0.
Don't calm down.
How fitting that it should pass from my hands to hers.
...so that the world can applaud a light which flashes on top of it.
- I've heard of them. - Ours was one of the first - Erasmus Hall.
Rex the Wild Horse, Eleonora Duse - all theater.
Come on, get up. I'll buy you a drink.
- What of it? - True, your parents were poor, and still are.
- What about Bill? - What about Bill?
I saw Mr. Richards with her a couple of times. I thought, they being such good friends...
- Thank you. - Nothing.
You're something with a French provincial office or a... a book full of clippings.
- How did you get in here? - I hid outside till the maid came in.
I find these wisecracks increasingly less funny.
I said this would be a night to remember, that it would bring me all I ever wanted.
Eve Evil, little Miss Evil.
The theater! The theater!
I found a job, and his insurance helped.
But not me. My big idea came to me just sitting on a couch.
Yes. Yes, it does.
Do you know why I forgive Eve? She left good behind.
It has been spared the sensational publicity...
When they feel unwanted or insecure or...
There should be a new word for happiness.
No. No, no, not at all.
...of other newspapers happened to be present.
- Are you sure you won't want it yourself? - Quite sure. I find it too seventeenish for me.
Did you place a call from me to Bill for midnight California time?
You have a point...
- She is a louse. - Never try to outguess Margo.
This is the dining hall of the Sarah Siddons Society.
Lloyd never got around to asking...
Being an actor, he will go on speaking for some time.
I hate men!
- Ever since that first night in here. - I told you what every actress should know.
I might.
Mademoiselle, je vous remercie pour I'invitation.
This is Lloyd Richards. Where is Eve? Let me talk to her.
- Same size? - Of course.
You've done your share, Eve. You've worked wonders with Margo. Good night.
You told me that whatever I became, it would be because of you.
- I get a party, don't I? - Of course. Birthday and coming home.
Throw that dreary letter away. It bores me.
This is my house, not a theater. In my house you're a guest, not a director.
I believe I will.
I'd do much more for a part that good.
...and I've been honored to be, for 40 years...
...her love, her deep and abiding love for us...
The caterer forgot them. The varnish wasn't dry or something.
Like...
Shucks! And I sent my autograph book to the cleaners.
- You know of her interest in the theater? - We have that in common.
Now remember, as long as you live, never to laugh at me.
I'll never forget this night as long as I live.
Ah! Feeling better, my dear?
- It's only a fur coat. - What do you expect? Live sable?
I couldn't get into the girdle in two and a half hours!
She isn't well. She's been crying all night and she's hysterical.
...before people forgot what happened and trusted you again?
But I do know the part so well, and every bit of the staging...
...if you'd like.
Well...
Everything is beer.
- Show me a human and I might have. - Airlines have clocks, even if you don't.
Tell me, was... Bill swept away too?
But not this time.
We know you too well.
Bill...
You rest. I'll get it.
I don't expect you to believe anything...
- When are you coming back? - I leave in a week.
I don't have to play parts I'm too old for...
...to attend an understudy's performance, about which the management knew nothing...
...your deep, close friendship.
How about calling it a night?
"Please", and that's underlined...
- Mrs. Richards? - Karen.
So does the history of the world for the past 20 years.
They're juvenile delinquents. They're nobody's audience.
Which we are. Which we'll always be.
And never before has this award gone to anyone younger than its recipient tonight.
Your genius for making a bar-room brawl out of a perfectly innocent misunderstanding.
I've seen you so often. It took every bit of courage I could raise.
The critics thought so. The audiences think so.
- Nothing in the world will make me say that. - Addison wants me to play it.
- I'm not worried about you. - Keep the thought.
I'm the lowest form of celebrity.
I told her you wanted Margo to play the part and I would want your approval.
And then a childish routine about not knowing Eve was her understudy.
As it happens, there are particular aspects of my life...
Miss Channing should be happy to hear that.
- Sable? Did she say sable or Gable? - Either one.
Give Karen more wine.
...because I will not permit it.
"Couldn't go on"? You'll give the performance of your life.
Please say what you have to say, plainly and distinctly, and then let me take my nap.