Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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