Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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