Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Such as? - You, for one.
Eve, dear, this is Addison.
...who demanded always a little more than my talent could provide...
Nothing of the kind. Karen and I had a nice talk.
Amen!
You mean all this time she's done nothing but apologize? What did you say?
What a Story
I don't enjoy putting it this bluntly.
...there'd be no need to break in a new girl.
Right now, I feel like there is one burning in me.
I don't care if I never get home.
- What are you doing here? - I... I guess I fell asleep.
- Here we go. - Such nonsense! What do you take me for?
Well...
Jeanne Eagels another, Paula Wessely, Hayes. There are others, three or four.
You had a mixed-up inventory when she took over.
...to encourage, shall we say, younger actresses...
Well, we've spent weekends before with nobody talking.
You're Margo. Just... Margo.
- Bill! This is Eve Harrington. - Hi.
When that alarm goes off, go to your battle stations.
- I love you. I love you! - Hah!
Can't we sit down just for a minute? I've got a lot to say and none of it's easy.
They become his words.
The most important night of my life... until now.
What a story. Everything but the bloodhounds snapping at her rear end.
Instead of waiting until next season to do Footsteps on the Ceiling...
...how I happened to know she'd miss it in time to notify every paper in town.
I ran into Eve and she told me you were dressing.
- It was for my report. - What report? To whom?
I thought you knew. She started a week ago.
I felt helpless. That helplessness you feel when you have no talent to offer...
- And Karen. - She doesn't know.
Lights on dimmers and gypsy violins offstage.
Tell me, do you share my high opinion of San Francisco?
Oh, the mousy one with the trench coat and the funny hat.
Write me one about a nice, normal woman who just shoots her husband.
- And Eve and me? - It's not nonsense.
This is all too laughable to be anything else!
When was it? How long?
I thought that one went out with Woollcott! Now listen to this.
I won't be a minute.
You've heard it. I looked through the wrong end of the camera.
- Would you like a drink? - I was saying how often you've seen the play.
Imagine - to know every night that different hundreds of people love you.
Is it sabotage? Have you no human consideration?
I couldn't. Not possibly. I couldn't go on.
When it gets printed, they're gonna fire on Gettysburg again.
- And you felt like that talking to Addison? - In a way.
I came to tell you that you will not marry Lloyd, or anyone else...
- You wanna be Margo's new understudy? - I don't let myself think about it even.
- It's been a real pleasure, Eve. - I hope so, Mr. Richards. Good night.
I wouldn't be surprised. Sometimes you frighten me.
- I don't agree, Addison. - That's your particular abnormality.
Many of your guests are wondering when they may be permitted to view the body.
- I think I know. - Something most important you can do.
But me, not Margo Channing.
...and 3,000 miles are too far to be away from one's heart.
You didn't have to tell me.
Yes, the Shubert.
Taking advantage of a kid, twisting her words...
You know, Eve, sometimes I think you keep things from me.
Stop calling her a kid!
It is just as false not to blow your horn at all as it is to blow it too loudly.
How can I repay Lloyd Richards?
...what kind of perfume and books, things like that.
Why not? "Why" I said to myself "not?"
"Does Miss Channing know that she ordered domestic gin by mistake?"
We are the original displaced personalities.
And, believe it or not, if there's anything I can do...
Bill stuck it out. Lloyd seemed happy.
Fine old theater, the Shubert. Full of tradition.
Is it over or is it just beginning?
What rules say the theater exists only within some ugly buildings...
Untouched by the earthquake. Or should I say fire?
Full of fire and music and whatnot!
- I sent her a list of guests, so check with her. - Yeah, I will.
But Lloyd listened to his play as if it had been written by someone else, he said.
Karen!
Also, the boot would land where it would do the most good for all concerned.
Max, Karen's decided it's time to go.
I'd like that.
I had no idea you were even here.
...I shall personally stuff that pathetic little lost lamb down Mr. DeWitt's ugly throat!
Not exactly. Sometimes, though, I wish I understood you better.
...the Sarah Siddons Award... to Miss Eve Harrington.
Yes, it is, but I don't understand.
- You're quite a girl. - You think?
You knew when you came in that Eve was your understudy.
The witch must have sent out Indian Runners...
Terribly sorry I was late. Lunch was long and I couldn't find a cab.
Tell me, how did you know my name?
All ready.
It seemed to me I had known always that it would happen. And here it was.
They want you. You belong.
"The bed looks like a dead animal act!"
- I'm so happy for you, Eve. - Thank you so much.
That French ventriloquist taught you a lot.
Margo, you've got to see her. She worships you. It's like something out of a book.
Margo's interview with a reporter from the South.
...and to the theater itself...
They don't care what they drink as long as it burns.
She moved into the little guest room on the top floor.
- Or were you too full of revelation to notice? - Bill didn't say.
Sure, like the Western Union boys used to do.
...and henceforth we shall dream the same of her.
Something told you to do what I said, didn't it?
- And you're going to be on time. - Yes, sir.
The minor awards, as you can see, have already been presented.
You're always after truth on the stage. What about off?
...suddenly fancies itself as a mind.
"We are"?
But you've done so much! What's new?
Bill's in love with Margo Channing. He's fought with her, worked with her, loved her.
Only last October.
Not much, but full of praise.
Now I must. I am busting to find out...
No, it isn't. It's for this.
I can't see that Lloyd's plays have hurt you any.
- Who am I to threaten? I'm a dying man. - I don't hear you.
And what a happy coincidence that several representatives...
We know her humility, her devotion...