Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Having covered in tedious detail not only the history of the Sarah Siddons Society...
Donald Duck, Ibsen and The Lone Ranger.
It's funny, a woman's career. The things you drop on your way up so you can move faster.
I'll get it.
Byron couldn't have said it more graciously.
You can breathe it, can't you?
Well... all right.
I know what I'm talking about. They're my plays.
- Well... - Don't fumble for excuses.
You be host. It's your party. Happy birthday. Welcome home.
- Remember Miss Caswell? - I do not. How do you do?
I can imagine. All it needed was a little taking in here and letting out there.
Do you expect me to believe that you didn't say any of that? That they were all Addison?
Dear AI ...
- Why should you think I wouldn't be? - Why should you be?
To say a thing like that now, without any reason...
- I'd like to hear it. - Some snowy night in front of the fire.
What a pity. All that fire and music being turned off.
- I'll be at the old stand tomorrow matinee. - Not just that way. As a friend.
Paved with what, then?
No, thank you.
Your timidity must have kept you from mentioning it.
You've had so many reasons for not wanting to marry me.
"I am available for dancing in the streets and shouting from the housetops."
Or London, Paris or Vienna?
I remember, Addison, crossing you off my guest list. What are you doing here?
Suppose I had to go on one night...
You get quick action, don't you?
Even so... one pretty good performance by an understudy, it'll be forgotten tomorrow.
- What do you mean by that? - More plainly and more distinctly?
Very well. Although it's unnecessary, because you know what I'm going to say.
You were better than all right.
...except that the responsibility is mine... and the disgrace.
"So little"?
Don't be condescending.
To Margo.
- But Mr. Richards and Mr. Sampson? - They'll do as they're told.
They would like to know how you are. They haven't heard from you for three years.
- You were at the play last night? - A happy coincidence.
Well, you needn't be. I will not be tolerated and I will not be plotted against.
I just asked a simple question.
It is unlikely that the windows have been opened since his death.
- Eddie. - Eddie what?
That lack of pretense, that strange directness and understanding.
We'd all felt those size fives of hers often enough.
I'd like him to be dead.
Lloyd says Margo compensates for underplaying on stage by overplaying reality.
Please.
I found myself saying things I wasn't even thinking.
Somehow Eve kept them going.
Yes, but let's get back to this one.
What can there be to know that you don't know?
So I quit school, went to Milwaukee, became a secretary... in a brewery.
But you know that. You probably tell her what to write.
- When? When are you going to do it? - Tomorrow we meet at City Hall at ten.
...chief prompter of the Sarah Siddons Society.
The stars never die and never change.
Margo didn't know where he was and didn't care... she kept saying.
- Golly, I forgot to tell you! - Yes, dear, you forgot all about it.
That same night, we sent for Eve's things... her few pitiful possessions.
...indicated anything to me but adoration for you and happiness at our being in love!
...a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage...
Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy night.
I admit there's a screwball element in the theater.
More than any two people I know, I don't want you and Lloyd to be angry with me.
5.55. We'll be at the station in plenty of time.
Please, please.
- The minutes will fly like hours. - Thank you, Addison.
We played Liliom for three performances.
...turn around in bed and there he is.
To speak to just a playwright's wife?
Bill! Have I gone crazy, Bill?
Quite a night. I hear your understudy, a Miss Harrington, has given her notice.
Tell her not to worry. Tell her I'll be right over.
You don't understand them all. You don't like them all.
...and if Margo can be talked into going on tour with Aged in Wood...
I'd never known Bill and Lloyd to fight as bitterly and often...
- What's so funny? - Nothing.
I know nothing of Lloyd's loves. I leave those to Louisa May Alcott. But I know you.
Eve... but more of Eve later.
No, I told her. I sounded off.
Isn't it a lovely room? The Cub Room.
No, Eve. I won't forget.
There are very few moments in life as good as this. Let's remember it.
But you must have friends, a home, family?
..."meet me in the ladies' room. Eve."
Elder statesmen of the theater or cinema...
Where were we going that night, Lloyd and I?
I'm trying hard to follow you.
- There can't be very much. - But there is.
From now on it isn't applause -
Fife!
Eve?
After all, you didn't personally drain the gasoline tank yourself.
You must have spotted her by now. She's always there.
Margo, Bill is all of eight years younger than you.
But if you'd only see her... You're her whole life.
To say that... Eddie wasn't coming at all.
Is it possible that you've confused me...
Then why? Why, if you're the most successful young director in the theater...
The larger share belongs to my friends in the theater...
- You've already met. - Huh? Where?
...to an audience that came to see Margo Channing.
- Where's Bill? He's late. - Late for what?
You get me so mad sometimes. Of all the women with nothing to complain about...
Where was she?
You know, I've always considered myself a very clever girl.
Stick to Beaumont and Fletcher. They've been dead for 300 years!
Back to the Copacabana.
I found myself going the next night and the next and the next.
How childish are you gonna get before you stop it?
- She's loyal and efficient. - Like an agent with only one client.
She has had one wish...
- You got your key? - See you at home.
As always with women who try to find out things, she told more than she learnt.
But you can't put her out! I promised!
...Karen. Mrs. Lloyd Richards.
- Margo, darling! - How are you?
And what is that? Besides something spelled out in light bulbs, I mean.
Newton, they say, thought of gravity by getting hit on the head by an apple.
And I'll never forget you for making it possible.
That bitter cynicism is something you've acquired since you left Radcliffe!
- Remembrance. - Remembrance.
What would happen to it if she knew the cheap trick you played on her for my benefit?
That instinct is worth millions. You can't buy it, Eve. Cherish it.
Margo hasn't done badly by it.
Margo Channing in the Cub Room.
So…Fiona is expected to show up later tonight.
Here, take it to the party instead of me.
You're Margo Channing's best friend. You and your husband are always with her.
Yes, I do.
...such as no other profession demands.
"And so my hat which has, lo, these many seasons...
Just a little skid, that's all. This road's like glass.
Lots of actresses come from Brooklyn. Barbara Stanwyck and Susan Hayward.
This is my cue to take you in my arms and reassure you.
It's Addison from start to finish. It drips with his brand of venom.