Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It got so I couldn't tell the real from the unreal.
Come on, I'm the host. I got to get home before my guests start stealing the liquor!
the Sarah Siddons Award for Distinguished Achievement.
- What? - You're always so touchy about his plays.
...requiring a youth and vigor of which they retain but a dim memory."
I was awful.
Hm?
I expected to find this room with a theaterful of people at your feet.
...we want you two beside us, as our nearest and dearest friends.
Brilliant, vivid, something made of music and fire.
- I am tired of these paranoiac outbursts. - Paranoiac?
It's nothing of the kind!
About how you live, what kind of clothes you wear...
- With gestures, of course. - To write something...
But you did it. With work and patience, you'll be a good actress...
...sometimes it gets up around my chin.
I had to get in to meet Margo. I had to say something, be somebody. Make her like me!
Next time, tell your lover to blow smoke rings or tap a glass.
...brought you straight to New York, didn't it?
- She knows enough not to be here. - But not all of it.
Hey, Junior!
Got any messages? What do you want me to tell Tyrone Power?
...and Miss Harrington's unsupported struggle for opportunity."
This concerns a contract that you cannot rewrite or ad-lib.
Just when does an actress decide...
How nice.
They sent him to the South Pacific.
Cos that's what they are. Now go and make him happier.
Tonight her dream has come true...
The hors d'oeuvres are here. Is there anything else I can do?
- How do you do, my dear? - Oh, brother!
There isn't another like you. There couldn't be.
Something maybe grew a size larger.
- It's possible she didn't. - She knew.
Harrington.
Tell me this. Do they have auditions for television?
San Francisco, an oasis of civilization in the California desert.
But the wardrobe women have got one and, next to a tenor...
...everybody's guilty till proved innocent.
"Forgive my butting in to what seems such a happy occasion...
- It's made me so happy your taking Eve in. - I'm so happy you're happy.
Fasten your seatbelts
Lloyd and I.
- Well, it can't have been Max. Who? - Naturally, your understudy.
See you then.
- Maybe she just wants to apologize. - I have no interest in anything she may say.
Your home in Wisconsin, your tragic marriage, your fanatical attachment to Margo.
Let me say only that I am proud and happy...
- Only in some ways. You're prettier. - I'm a junkyard.
Well, there's one indoors right now.
That boot in the rear to Margo. Heaven knows, she had one coming.
It wasn't much fun, but it helped at home.
Just shut up about Eve. That's all I want.
What of it?
Not at all. I'll wait.
It is the annual banquet and presentation of the highest honor our theater has:
For an audition for this part we are replacing.
I read George Jean Nathan every week.
A simple exchange of favors.
You look just fine. By the way, what's your name?
- Margo, let's make peace. - The terms are too high.
And, further, that I regard it as bestowed upon me only in part.
Just the four of us. Bill, Margo, you and I.
Don't give it a thought. One of destiny's merry pranks.
It affected me strangely.
Cora. Still a girl of 20?
Remind me to tell you about the time I looked into the heart of an artichoke
Too bad. We're gonna miss the third act.
- Gone. - I must have frightened her away.
A situation pregnant with possibilities, and all you can think of is "go to sleep".
- Margo! - Drink!
That cynicism I acquired the day I discovered I was different from little boys.
She's been so wonderful, done so much for me.
- A kid! ...a kid to turn you into a screaming harpy.
Wouldn't you feel more natural taking a bow?
Bravo!
To Max Fabian. Dear Max.
Well, let's say she thinks only about ya, anyway.
- I'm somebody. - You certainly are.
It's all over.
But the other day when Mr. Fabian told Miss Channing...
Honored members of the Sarah Siddons Society...
And that memorable night when Margo first dazzled you from the stage...
Don't let me kill the point. Or isn't it a story for grown-ups?
Every performance.
Here we go.
And she gave the performance of her life.
Just a taxi driver, Miss Harrington.
But it can't be! We can't be out of gas!
Am I going to lose you, Bill? Am I?
What, again?
Also rodeos, carnivals, ballets...
He woke me up at three o'clock in the morning, banging on my door.
So many people know me.
- I'll call you tomorrow. - Not too early!
You wanna play Cora. You want me to tell Lloyd I think you should play it.
...or whether Miss Caswell read or rode a pogo stick.
...doesn't she?
Not for a foursquare, upright, downright, forthright, married lady.
She cried so.
How long does it take?
Merchandise laying all over the shop.
That was not only a lie, it was an insult to dead heroes and the women who loved them.
You're maudlin and full of self-pity. You're magnificent.
But I'm not going to. I'm too mad.
I... I don't know, Bill.
Just like old girlfriends… With hats on
...a wardrobe woman is the touchiest thing in show business.
I didn't mean just the theater.
I remember I had a tooth pulled once.
- Sure you won't mind? - Of course not.
Come now, as though you were an old lady!
Eve, this is an old friend of Mr. DeWitt's mother
...for what we are and what we do - the theater.
- Goodbye, Karen. - Goodbye.
Why did you call me a killer?
"Tonight Miss Margo Channing gave a performance in your cockamamie play...
Fasten your seatbelts...
There must be some reason, something I've done without knowing.
...and wanted nothing so much as to forget the whole thing.
- Tell that to Dr. Freud along with the rest of it. - No, I'll tell it to you for the last time.
...and we're gods and goddesses.
Besides, it went out with Mrs. Fiske.
And cut that out right now.
Plenty of time for a nice, long nap.
- We're having lunch with a talent scout. - They certainly don't waste much time.