Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Eve would ask Abbott to give her Costello.
- Oh, brother, what? - When she gets like this...
It seems I can't think of a thing you haven't thought of.
It's about time the piano realized it has not written the concerto!
Where would you like to go? We must make this a special night.
...has sold its last pill.
I haven't your unyielding good taste.
I'll tour a year with this one, anything. Only you do understand, don't you?
- Don't bother. Mrs. Brown will be along soon. - No trouble at all.
I don't suppose the heater runs if the motor doesn't.
I love you.
- Good night. - Good night, Gus.
- She works hard. - Night and day.
MAX YOU SLY PUSS
Lloyd says it's a publicity release.
And what's left will be... what?
Eddie was in the air force.
To those who do not read, attend the theater, listen to unsponsored radio programmes...
I'm sure you mean something, but I don't know what.
I don't wanna be childish. I'd settle for a few years.
- You'd have been proud of her. - I'm sure.
Cut! Print it! What happens in the next reel? Do I get dragged off to the snake pits?
"About the understandable reluctance of our entrenched first ladies of the stage...
- I made a promise. - To Miss Caswell? What?
Now that's cooperation. I appreciate it.
We'd better let Mrs. Brown pick up the wardrobe.
Diamond collar, gold sleeves. You know - picture people.
...interview people you have to see, get rid of those you don't have to.
A graduate of the Copacabana School of Dramatic Art.
Three months ago I was 40 years old.
Shall we?
There is something.
- Then I guess I fell asleep. - You were just looking around?
Who is it?
Don't cry. Just score it as an incomplete forward pass.
Here I am.
I'd love to. Or should I pretend I'm busy?
She can play Peck's Bad Boy all she wants and who's to stop her?
- More than anything else in the world. - Then ask Miss Harrington how to get one.
I figured I'd stay in San Francisco.
Dear Margo, you were an unforgettable Peter Pan. You must play it again soon.
Next to that sable, my new mink seems like an old bed jacket.
- May I have your coat? - I'll take it up.
- Can I fix you a drink? - With the reluctant compliments of Max?
You listen as if someone else had written your play. Whom do you have in mind?
Acted out all sorts of things. What they were isn't important.
I think you do know.
MAX YOU SLY PUSS
Are you threatening me with legal action, Mr. Fabian?
But you did. More to yourself perhaps, as it turned out, than to anyone else.
...distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen.
- Good evening, Gus. - Good evening, Mrs. Richards.
- Lloyd, what's happened? - Up to here, that's where I've got it.
...there is nothing I wanna do so much as kick her right square in the pants.
I don't think I could be.
You won't bore him, honey. You won't even get a chance to talk.
...or pull the ivy from the walls of Yale.
- It's a good thought. - It won't play.
It's on my list of things I'll never understand, like collecting shrunken Indian heads.
...and the things you don't.
Sarah Bernhardt and Poodles Hanneford. Lunt and Fontanne, Betty Grable.
...what she eats and what she wears and whom she knows...
I detest cheap sentiment.
It isn't the part. It's a great part and a fine play. But not for me anymore.
All of us invited that afternoon...
Put it on one of the trunks, will you? I wanna pack it.
- An answer. - No.
...who took a chance on an unknown, untried amateur.
We now got everything a dressing room needs except a basketball hoop!
I'm going to bed.
Call me Birdie.
- You need new girdles. - Buy some.
...whose help, guidance, and advice...
- It's nothing definite. Just lunch. - They'll be wasting their time.
And the man who invented the steam-engine, he was watching a teakettle.
- I've brought her back to see you. - You've what?
Please don't play governess, Karen.
- Oh, waiter. - That isn't a waiter, my dear. That's a butler.
You can always put that award where your heart ought to be.
If Equity or my lawyer can't or won't do anything about it...
You have a point. An idiotic one, but a point.
Lloyd may leave Karen, but he will not leave Karen for you.
...and it's gone.
- You've got to admit, it'd be a novelty. - Now you're quoting Addison... or Eve.
...she and Lloyd had thawed out to the extent of being civil to each other.
- Until now, we've only met in passing. - That's how you met me. In passing.
- Do you know what I'm going to be? - A cowboy?
Belong? To you?
...a shade more on the... shall we say, happier side?
It got less and less dull, until your boss's wife had your boss followed by detectives.
Was she that bad?
Wondering where she was.
...or know anything of the world in which you live...
No, don't go.
- She did? - She hasn't missed a week since I left.
I detest cheap sentiment.
Good morning. Well, what do you think of my elegant new suit?
But, somehow, acting and make-believe began to fill up my life more and more.
- You're more than modest. - It's not modesty. I don't try to kid myself.
Dear sentimental, generous, courageous Max Fabian...
Of course.
- Make-up's a little heavy. - And for you.
You better sit down. You look a bit wobbly.
...if that's what you wanna be. - Is that what you want me to be?
Margo. Margo, I want you to know how sorry I am about this.
It was the last week. I went one night.
They gave me some anesthetic. I don't remember the name.
- One? - No, two, please.
- Birdie. - Hm?
I'm about to go into the shower. I won't be able to hear you.
- I don't think it's such a good idea. - Promise?
I'm not interested whether thousands of people think I'm six or 600!
Right. 11.45ish.
...and by the time we drove Margo to the station late Monday afternoon...