Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm in love with Margo. Hadn't you heard? - You hear all kinds of things.
But I'd never known Lloyd to meddle as much with Bill's directing...
Perhaps more than one. There's so much I want to know. I've heard your story in part.
She thinks only of me...
I have a suggestion. There's really not very much time left.
How could I miss her? Every night, every matinee.
The remains of Margo Channing...
But how? The answer was buzzing around me like a fly.
Eve? My understudy?
She did like you. She helped and trusted you.
My name wouldn't mean anything. I room across the hall from Eve Harrington.
She may be later than you think.
Everything's all right now.
- Who will I ask? - I know all about the party. Eve wrote me.
Well, to the fact that she's so young, so feminine and so helpless.
You said yourself my inventory was in shape, all my merchandise put away.
Just because you can't even work a zipper!
- I thought you were going to be late. - Well, I'm guest of honor!
- I'm sorry, I didn't... - Outside of a beehive, Margo...
I'll just take this to the wardrobe mistress.
- The house looks lovely. - I like that girl.
Performance number 1,000 of this one, if I play it that long...
- Remember, Karen? - I remember.
Margo, I have lived in the theater as a Trappist monk lives in his faith.
That ex ship-news reporter. No body, no voice, all mind.
I must say, you can certainly tell Mr. Sampson's been gone a month.
Addison knows how Margo happened to miss that performance...
Remind me to tell you about the time I looked into the heart of an artichoke.
Answer my question. Weren't you paid to get out of town?
- What's your being married got to do with it? - It means I've finally got a life to live.
Just like that, eh?
Now, don't worry about your little charge. She'll be in safe hands.
MAX YOU SLY PUSS
- But the raves about your performance... - An understudy's performance.
Except that the unreal seemed more real to me...
To find Eve?
Oh, Margo, darling!
Being violently ill to her tummy.
Here we go...
The four of you must have so much to say to each other with Mr. Sampson leaving.
...and a professional manure-slinger named DeWitt!
"Belong" to you?
- What's all over? - The audition.
It's only for the license. There's a three-day wait for blood tests.
...what's going on in that feverish little brain waiting in there.
The Sarah Siddons Award is perhaps unknown to you.
The seams.
- Hello. - We are ready with your call to Beverly Hills.
We're having everyone up after the performance.
How was Miss Caswell?
And you pose as a playwright.
Something about the good they leave behind. I played it once in rep in Wilkes-Barre.
Clyde Fitch, though you may not think so, was well before my time!
How can you take offense at a kid trying to be like her ideal?
Just name it.
You’re maudlin and full of self-pity You are magnificent
- You repaid her by trying to win Bill. - That's not true!
Bill, oddly enough, refused to direct the play at first... with Eve in it.
What of it?
I've earned my place - out of the sun.
- Don't mix your metaphors. - I'll mix what I like!
- Well, she's your understudy. - Eve? My understudy? I had no idea.
I can't believe my ears!
And I shot my mouth off.
She never was or will be anything less or anything else.
I knew it. I sensed it even as I finished dressing for that blasted party.
Well, I can't yell out "butler", can I?
Look closely, Eve. It's time you did.
- He's the best. - He'll agree with you.
You've talked to that venomous fishwife DeWitt.
- Congratulations, Eve. - Thank you, Karen.
Without that, you're not a woman.
Good evening, Mr. Richards. Mr. Fabian.
Eve... I'm fond of Margo, too. But I know Margo. And every now and then...
Not with me, you're no champion. You're stepping up.
A matter of opinion, granted.
You theater people always do. Nothing is forever in the theater.
...after all you've done already.
Oh, oh.
Oh, Eve! I've heard the most wonderful things about your performance.
How can I repay the many others...
And as for being fifth-rate...
- Margo again. - And again and again.
We haven't finished with the embalming.
- Where has it been laid out? - It hasn't been laid out.
...her loyalty to her art...
The playwright doesn't make the performance. It doesn't just happen.
More than anything in this world, I love Bill. And I want Bill.
I was dreadful, Miss Channing. I have no right to be anyone's understudy, much less yours.
This type is interested in art.
I've got a box in the pantry.
And suddenly you're not saying what you mean, but what he means.
Well, she's on her way with half the men in the joint.
- Too bad. - I'm broken up about it.
No sense in sitting here. I'm gonna walk up about half a mile, just in case.
You should know what it means to want a little peace and quiet.
I don't see why she hasn't given Addison heartburn.
Those years stretch as the years go on. I've seen it happen too often.
...how would I do it? I'm less than nobody.
Just like old girlfriends With hats on
But I will not have you sharpen them on me, or on Eve.
"I don't understand all these plays about love-starved Southern women."
What else?
He is the producer of the play which has won for Eve Harrington the Sarah Siddons Award.
The point is this. In a cathedral, a ballpark or a penny arcade...
- Phoebe? - I call myself Phoebe.
Oh, Addison, won't it be just perfect?
A great actress at the peak of her career. You have every reason for happiness.
I've never seen her backstage, but with so many people loitering about... Well, well.