Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I remember my walls were covered with black patent leather.
What's that?
Yes, you can. Put my old clothes and my typewriter in my suitcase.
- Excuse me. - There's a great part for Bill Demarest.
Of course you do. A tuxedo, tails and, if you aren't careful, a cut-away.
It does?
Madame coming down after a hard night of pounding
I'll do it again. I'll do it again!
Nothing, honest.
There have been some attempts at suicide.
- You'll like it here. - I've my own apartment.
It was made tougher with her around all the time, hovering over me,
Well, as long as the lady's paying for it, why not take the vicuÒa?
Don't be silly. Here. I was going to give it to you at midnight.
Norma Desmond's coming to see Mr DeMille.
- Sure. This'll go on all night. - No, I mean a couple of weeks?
This one had it in spades.
I'll have the bellhop take care of your luggage. Just register it here.
Look at this street.
- That'll be all Miss Kramer... Schaefer. - Goodbye, Mr Gillis.
He wants me to come on to Arizona.
Depends whether it's "Donald Duck" or "Joan of Arc".
He was a smart producer with a set of ulcers to prove it.
Intimate, isn't it?
and the wind wheezing through that organ once in a while.
Now suppose you proofread page ten while the water boils, OK?
My 18 suits, my custom-made shoes, the six dozen shirts,
- I haven't time to listen. - I'll make it short.
The great-grandson of King Kong maybe.
''Forgotten star a slayer. ';
ready for those cameras that would never turn.
- Madame is waiting. - For me?
they never heard of you.
- She still gets those fan letters. - Don't look closely at the postmarks.
- How are you? - Hi, Joe.
It's too much of you. They don't want you in every scene.
- Good. - Why good? I miss him terribly.
Ever see so much junk? She had the ceiling brought from Portugal.
I'm free every evening and weekend. We could work at your place.
- Please! - Come on.
Are you trying to be funny, because I'm out of laughs. I need a job.
All right, Mr DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.
May I come in, Joe? I've stopped crying.
As I drove back towards town, I took inventory of my prospects.
- I will now kiss that nose of yours. - If you please.
I don't need any clothes and I don't want you buying them for me.
Our number must be similar to the number of the pound.
I'll say, this is solid gold.
...starving for a white shoulder. - Phillip, you're mad.
her cigarette clamped in a curious holder.
Then why do they still write me fan letters and beg for my photographs?
We shut off the gas in Madame's bedroom.
I can't go on with this scene, I'm too happy.
I didn't know where I was going. I just had to get out of there.
Keep quiet back there!
Madame's doctor. Madame has moments of melancholy.
- Who asked you to? - I did.
Press play to hear how I feel... Happy Valentine's Day Skippy
Roll 'em. Speed.
I didn't realise what it would be like coming back to the studio.