Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wherever there's magic and make-believe and an audience, there's theater.
That's for tonight. You're invited.
Some plain soda. Lloyd must be expecting a record run in New Haven.
About Eve.
To begin with, your name is not Eve Harrington. It's Gertrude Slescynski.
Well, it started with the play before this one.
Eve was incredibly modest. She insisted that no credit was due her.
I mean, you haven't had a minute alone yet.
I guess it started back home. Wisconsin, that is.
...making her say what he wanted her to say.
- Eve read with Miss Caswell. - Eve? How enchanting!
Yes, I guess you were. It was very thoughtful of you, Eve.
Stage-struck! She's a young lady of qualities.
...whether it was all right with me for Eve to play Cora.
...means wanting to be that more than anything else.
Even before the party started, I could smell disaster in the air.
I'm being rude now, aren't I? Or should I say, ain't I?
- D-day. - Just like it.
- That script to take to the Guild. - I've got it.
- Max is gonna drop us. - Good night.
I don't expect you to be pleasant.
One of the differences between the theater and civilization!
I'll give you some pleasant news.
- Why not? - If you'd come in the middle...
But you're not a woman.
She left just before you came in. You just missed her.
No matter how many other careers we've had or wanted.
And you, I take it, are the Paderewski who plays his concerto on me, the piano?
What a thoughtful, ever-lovin' thing to do!
He'll write great plays for me. I'll make them great.
From the trunks you're packing, you must be going to stay a long time.
...and have it realized completely. For once, not to compromise.
I've been going over our financial position, if you'll pardon the expression.
"I don't think you can rightly say we lost the war."
"Miss Harrington had much to tell and these columns shall report her faithfully...
That I should want you at all suddenly strikes me as the height of improbability.
She wanted to know about Hollywood. She seemed so interested...
I was alone. I couldn't go back without Eddie.
Karen and I were just chatting.
I say your idolatry of Margo started in San Francisco, didn't it?
Let's not get overdramatic.
We sat and talked until it was light.
- Now just a minute... - Margo's not been exactly a compromise.
As of this moment, you're six years old.
Goodbye, darling. Sleep tight.
Just that alone is worth anything.
At anything or anyone else, but never at me!
But it isn't basic. It isn't standard. If it were, the theater couldn't survive.
Meanwhile, would you check about the hors d'oeuvres, Eve?
Max, you sly puss.
Tell me, what was your husband's name?
- Then you've heard, too. - I was there.
And no brighter light has ever dazzled the eye than Eve Harrington.
...but also the history of acting since Thespis first stepped out of the chorus line...
Young in years, but whose heart is as old as the theater.
- Did Miss Harrington tell you to call? - Oh, no. Eve didn't say to call him.
It isn't important whether you do. We are wearing long underwear.
In the ladies' shall we say "lounge"?
...accused of reading your play as if it were the holy gospel!
It sounded so fresh, so new, so full of meaning.
...that her understudy was going to have a baby and they'd have to replace her...
She made her first stage appearance at the age of four in Midsummer Night's Dream.
Poor Max! Heartburn?
Well, we won't disturb her rest.
Please don't have me arrested. I didn't steal anything. You can search me.
As young as they want, you mean.
Then stop being a star and treating your guests as your supporting cast.
If she can act, she might not be bad.
As a matter of fact, you're looking at it.
- Easy or not, I won't believe a word of it. - Why should you?
Everything on its proper shelf, eh, Max? All done up in little ribbons.
Once in a great while, I experience that moment of revelation...
You're an improbable person, Eve, and so am I. We have that in common.
Good night to you all, and to all, a good night.
That's the door.
May we never be farther apart.
- Hi. - Hi, Margo!
You're talented, famous, wealthy.
- Eve, don't cry. - I'm not crying.
...look up just before dinner or...
- Groom? - Yes, dear.
The end of an old road, the beginning of a new one.
Margo's great. She knows it, that's the trouble.
You bought the new girdles a size smaller. I can feel it.
There are certain characteristics for which you are famous, on stage and off.
Lloyd, will you promise not to be angry with me?
The picture's wrapped up. We previewed last night.
Then the war came and we got married.
And I could take care of everything here and meet you at the gate with the ticket...
Let's have a minimum of pretending. I shall want to do a column about you.
I don't know what you mean. But I want to take my nap. It's important...
If it isn't, it's going to be. I can't find the other one.
Eve... I don't think you meant to cause unhappiness.
And Mr. Sampson. What's he like?
Well, I think you're painting the picture a little blacker than it is, really.
just something to do till the aisles get cleared.
I detest cheap sentiment.
Hello. Who are you?
I love you for some and in spite of others. I haven't let those become too important.
- You're beautiful and intelligent. - A body with a voice.
Hollywood.
You're in a beehive, pal!
That's where I met Eddie.
...I closed the first half for eleven years, and you know it!
The only thing I ordered by mistake is the guests.
It is not important that you hear what he says.
After the other day, I regarded it as simply a promise fulfilled.
Oh, hi, Margo.
Are you that sure of tomorrow?
All right!
The bed looks like a dead animal act.
Autograph fiends! They're not people. Little beasts that run around in packs like coyotes.
You've been so busy lately. Last night I meant to tell you before you went out.
- For instance, what? - For instance, you.
- She's quite a girl, this whatshername. - Eve. I'd forgotten they grew that way.
He needed help behind a notions counter.