Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

For instance? We could make some paper boats and have a regatta.
Mabel Normand and John Gilbert swam in it 10,000 midnights ago.
- The studio only wanted your car. - What?
he wouldn't have tried to get me on the telephone ten times.
I'd teach it a better tune.
telling them where to pick up the jalopy.
The time had come to take advantage of it. His name was Sheldrake.
And we've got a court order. The keys.
Sagittarius. I like Sagittarians, you can trust them.
The first time they meet...
Do you want this job or don't you?
- Unpack Mr Gillis's things. - It is done, Madame.
Did you see how they came?
It's not Madame they want, it's her car they want to rent.
In here.
I'm sorry, I don't usually read private cigarette cases.
First, throw out all that psychological mess, exploring the killer's sick mind.
"Dark Windows". He thinks it could be made into something.
A dozen press agents working overtime
Nonsense. There's a room over the garage.
December, 21 st.
- Where's Mr DeMille shooting? - Stage 18.
Next time I'll bring my autograph album.
Tell me everything is just as it was, Joe.
It sure was a cosy set-up.
I felt caught like the cigarette in that contraption on her finger.
- You know each other? - Betty Schaefer, Sheldrake's office.
Looks like enough for six important pictures.
Once in Dayton, l'd drop the credit boys a postcard
We don't want to share this night with others. This is for you and me.
- I don't want to talk about it. - Why not?
Who've we got now? Some nobody.
Maybe red, bright, flaming red. Let's make it gay.
You can't go. Max! I can't face life without you.
Better yet, come out and see for yourself.
- Haven't I seen you before? - Get out, or shall I call my servant?
If you hadn't been pretty interested,
I pulled in till I could get a spare. I thought the house was empty.
Life can be beautiful.
- Three no trump. - Pass.
Here are some camel's hair, but feel this, it's vicuÒa.
Writers without a job, composers without a publisher,
- You're sending it to DeMille? - Yes. This is the day.
The whole joint was jumping, cops, reporters, neighbours, passers-by.
Dressing up was always just wearing my dark blue suit.
What right do you have to take me for granted?
I'll do it again.
Now, back to the typewriters, by way of Washington Square.
That is my job and it has been for a long time.
I love you.
...the shadow over the left eye is not quite balanced...
Oh, was I? I'm sorry.
- I've lost half a pound. - Good.
It's about Mr Gillis. You do know Mr Gillis?
There just aren't any faces like that any more. Maybe one, Garbo.
Sure, especially with lots of music drowning it out.
- He's not here. - Where can I reach him?
- Finish it here. - It's getting kind of late.
I'm to fix your script. There's nothing in the deal about staying here.
Betty, wake up. Why are you staring at me like that?
So long.
Goodbye, Norma.
Woke up in a bad mood. Buckle up.
So you take plot 27 A, make it glossy and slick?
Do you like the new doors we have installed? Mmmh ... there are no locks!
Max wheeled in some champagne and caviar.
Nothing for Ladd?
They sleep in the same bed. In shifts, of course.
To a one-room apartment I can't pay for,
It's rained every day since they got there.
Pull up at the drugstore. I'll get you some.
I thought if I got going I could finish it in a couple of weeks.
Norma Desmond's coming to see Mr DeMille.
I don't have to tell you who the star was.
You want a Valentino, somebody with polo ponies, a big shot.
Very good, Madame.