Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now there's something a girl could make sacrifices for.
Margo, you by any chance haven't got any bicarbonate of soda in the house?
Margo, tell me what's behind all this.
You really have a low opinion of me, haven't you?
Margo just doesn't miss performances. If she can walk, crawl or roll, she plays.
Margo, this is Eve Harrington.
A beautiful and an intelligent woman, and a great actress.
- What have you got to do with it? - Everything.
And there was a little theater group there, like a drop of rain on the desert.
Happy Birthday Steven
- That word. I don't even know what it means. - It's time you found out.
That sounds medieval. Something out of an old melodrama.
- A married lady. - With a paper to prove it.
Some morning papers carried a squib about Eve's performance.
I think we'd like very much.
- Miss Caswell, Miss Harrington. - How do you do?
I shall propose the toast...
Just give him my phone number. I'll tell him myself.
Not many cars either. Not much chance of a lift.
Isn't that what they always say?
- You in a hurry? - In a big hurry, so be quick about it.
A part in a play.
It is my last wish to be buried sitting up.
- I don't have to. I want to. - Is it the money?
Max! Mon vieux!
- And you need her, Max. - What will she do?
I'd hoped that you would have taken it for granted that you and I...
Farmers were poor in those days. That's what Dad was, a farmer.
I'd be just another tongue-tied fan.
Stop rehearsing your column.
I guess I was asleep when you got home.
Not much.
- I'm talking about you and what you want. - So am I.
You see the play? You've seen every performance of this play?
But Eddie wasn't there.
Instead, I can't wait for tonight to come. To come and go.
In a tin can, cellophane or wrapped in a Navajo blanket, I want you home.
...and I went to see it.
...this highest honor the theater knows.
You didn't hurt my feelings, Miss Coonan.
The next three weeks were out of a fairy tale, and I was Cinderella in the last act.
Undramatic, perhaps, but practical.
I love a psychotic.
- Promise. - That's my Max.
...to keep the audience from leaving the theater.
Well, this beats all world's records for running, jumping or standing gall.
- She never proved a thing! - But the $500 you got to get out of town...
Lloyd Richards, do not consider giving that contemptible little worm the part of Cora!
The names I've been called, but never Svengali. Good luck.
They're lovely. Aren't they lovely, Birdie?
- Macbeth. - We've seen you like this before.
To give so much for almost always so little!
- I'll just clean up the mess. - Don't bother.
That Eddie was dead.
Because after tonight you will belong to me.
Just refer all of Miss Eve Harrington's future requests to me.
- And probably has. - Sable!
I'm lied to, attacked behind my back...
You want an argument or an answer?
Addison, come in for a minute, will you?
Eve did mention the play, but in passing.
- That was a pity. - Wanted to explain about the interview.
Lloyd, I want you to be big about this.
Don't get up. And don't act as if I were the Queen Mother.
- Except happiness! - Every reason!
Tell me, how did your luncheon turn out with the man from Hollywood?
Strange. I'd become so accustomed to seeing her there night after night...
Ah... Eve.
Lloyd, we've got to go!
- Over my dead body. - That won't be necessary.
Well, if I'm not in the way...
- Would you? - Anything to help you out, Max.
"So little", did you say?
Karen, let me tell you about Eve. She's got everything. A born actress.
To intimate anything else spells a paranoiac insecurity that you should be ashamed of!
You're trapped. You're in a tin can.
- I placed? - Go ahead, please.
I didn't promise Eve anything. I said she'd be fine for the part...
Lloyd! Please.
...this night could never have been.
Hey, wait a minute! You haven't even said it yet!
Why, if there's nothing else, there's applause.
I'm afraid Mr. DeWitt would find me boring before too long.
- You mixed Margo up with a five-and-ten. - Make it Bergdorf Goodman.
Just that she'll be happy to do what she can to see that I play it.
You haven't noticed my latest bit of interior decorating.
If you'll excuse me, I'll go and tell Miss Caswell.
It might've been 15 years ago. It's my part now.
It'll bring me everything I've ever wanted.
Don't underestimate him. You have a powerful friend in Addison.
Then what would be enough?
Why? I'm curious.
I shall go to the party alone. I have no intention of missing it.
Eve. Eve, the golden girl. The cover girl.
I don't think I've done anything to sound off about.
- You probably won't believe me. - Probably not.
- Where do you suppose it could be? - It'll show up.
Her loyalty, efficiency, devotion, warmth and affection, and so young!
Mr. Sampson's birthday, I couldn't forget that. You'd never forgive me.
Oddly enough, she didn't say a word about Margo.
I won't play tonight.
But that in itself is probably the reason.
Almost four.
Lloyd and Max finally won him over.
And I'm fed up with both the young lady and her qualities!
Who? Who's calling Mr. Richards?
It's good luck before an audition.
"Even De Mille couldn't see anything looking through the wrong end!" So...
- You were saying? - The theater is nine-tenths hard work.
It is now 5.43. When you ask again a minute from now...