Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That spilled drink's gonna ruin your carpet.
But Lloyd said Max's publicity man probably sent out the story.
It just slipped your mind?
I had a time persuading him.
Margo, you haven't got any age.
I'll say.
We're all busy little bees, full of stings, making honey day and night.
- Has Miss Channing come in? - Not yet.
After all you've said. Don't you know that part was written for Margo?
...how much more loyal than she had a right to expect me to be.
You're not much of a bargain. You're conceited, thoughtless and messy.
I start shooting a week from Monday. Zanuck is impatient.
Frankly, I don't remember.
I'd saved my money and vacation time and went to San Francisco to meet him.
She'd be a great help. She'd read scripts...
Just one person, isn't that so?
Well, I certainly think it's odd he hasn't even come up to...
I wouldn't want you to marry me just to prove something.
What gets me is how all the papers happened to catch that particular performance.
- When you do, let me in on it. - I will.
You've got it backwards, even for Wilkes-Barre.
- How'd you get up here from Brooklyn? - Subway.
You take charge.
In time, she'll be what you are.
It's the latest thing - one earring.
- Also Addison DeWitt. - Every day.
For me to thank you as equals would be presumptuous.
Then this will be five.
- I never intended you to be. - Yes, you did, and you still do.
Heaven help me.
Tell you what. Why don't I read with her?
Not that I'd consider anything that would take me away from her.
Sleep tight, rest easy and come out fighting.
Come to the pantry.
Margo is a great star. A true star.
- May I say a word? - No!
I want my friends back!
And this getting into a jealous froth because I spent ten minutes with a stage-struck kid.
I always deny that you were in Our American Cousin the night Lincoln was shot.
But what could she say? That's what fascinates me.
What time?
I can't think of anything else to do. I wish I could.
- What has or is about to happen? - What is he talking about?
- It was Fort Sumter they fired on. - I never played Fort Sumter.
I detest cheap sentiment.
Oh, Lloyd, I'll make it up to you, believe me.
- Check. - Very classy. Lots of technique.
...waiting for me to crack that little gnome on the noggin with a bottle.
We deserve each other. Are you listening to me?
Adorable.
When you're a secretary in a brewery, it's hard to make believe you're anything else.
I ain't going to drop dead. Not with the heat.
- Good evening, Mr. DeWitt. - I had no idea you knew each other.
You can get into one of those girdles and act for two and a half hours.
He can't take his eyes off my legs.
I take it she read well.
I discussed it very openly. I told her I'd spoken to Lloyd, and that he was interested.
You're being very childish.
Nothing personal, Junior. No offense.
She won't get away with it. Nor will Addison DeWitt and his poison pen.
It means a concentration of desire or ambition and sacrifice...
I sneaked in and hid till she'd finished. Then I just looked around.
At best, let's say I've been oversensitive to...
Just being happy? Just stopping all this nonsense about Eve?
You haven't been running a settlement house exactly. The kid has earned her way.
Many happy returns of the day.
Where is Princess Fire and Music?
You know what this is all about. It has little to do with whether you should play Cora.
And I'll never forget you, Eve.
Playing that childish game of cat and mouse!
It was very thoughtful of you, Eve. I appreciate it.
But if I thought I'd offended her, of all people...
- Oh, brother! - Miss Coonan.
I was wondering whether you'd come at all.
Eve.
- That's quite a change of subject. - What with taxes coming up, and...
They smile, their eyes shine, you've pleased them.
Eve's disloyalty and ingratitude must be contagious!
Usually at the point when she has to rewrite and rethink them...
...just because I've got nothing to do with my nights.
Including a casual reference to the part of Cora and your hopes of playing it?
Good night.
As you see, I kept my promise, too.
I'm nothing but a body with a voice. No mind.
- Encore du champagne. - More champagne, Miss Channing?
A mass of music and fire.
- You think Miss Channing would approve? - I think she'd cheer.
And you realize and you agree how completely you belong to me?
Now do you want to change your story about Lloyd beating at your door that night?
All the religions in the world rolled into one...
Now just a minute...
But don't you find it, apart from everything else, don't you find it expensive?
That's what I said, bub.
What a Story ! So true.
Isn't it strange, Addison?
Insatiable ambition... and talent.
It will stay there always, just for you.
Slow curtain. The end.
How thoughtful of her to call and invite me that afternoon.
We'll put your name on it. "Max Fabian."
I really hate to bother you this way, but the way Eve's been feeling...
...which Margo herself would be the first to enjoy.
In good conscience, I must give credit where credit is due.
- Well... - Think of your health.
- The party's on the first floor. - Hi, Bill.
It was a cold weekend, outside and in.
You'd do all that just for a part in a play?
Oh, yes. Something about an old road ending and a new one starting, all paved with stars.