Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's dawn now and they must've photographed me a thousand times.
- Pack 'em up again. I'm not staying! - Make up your mind.
I had to be with people my own age. I had to hear somebody laugh again.
You may be too young to even suspect there are men of his sort.
So I called a pal of mine, Artie Green.
Plain crazy when it came to that one subject: her celluloid self.
- Shall I start now? - Seriously. I've got ideas.
I've got $1 million.
She's a fan for my literary output.
Why don't you? We can finish the script by Thursday.
- Are you hungry? - Hungry?
What a wonderful next year it's going to be what fun we're going to have
I was living in an apartment house above Franklin and lvar.
You heard him. I'm a star.
As for her, she sat coiled up like a watch-spring,
- Who's Norma? - Who's who?
If there's anything in "Dark Windows" you can use, take it, it's all yours.
Just a minute, you. You're a writer, you said.
It reminded me of being twelve, sneaking out to see a gangster film.
It's Salome's story. I'll have DeMille direct.
Forgive me for calling so late, but I feel it's my duty.
It was empty now. Or was it?
Get Gordon Cole. Tell him to forget about her car.
So I sat there grinding out original stories, two a week.
You didn't know Norma Desmond as a lovely girl of 17,
There it was. Betty Schaefer's future right in the palm of my hand.
Go on.
The slave market. It's better to cut directly to...
Shout at me, strike me, but don't hate me.
- You are going to stay? - Yes.
Now, Miss Desmond, is there anything you want to tell us?
- Who's on this phone? - I am. Get off!
We'll bury him in the garden. Any city laws against that?
Kissing his cold, dead lips.
It's OK, OK. I'm going.
I've got some, too. This is New Year's Eve, let's live it up.
Her chauffeur drove it here the other day. It's perfect for the Crosby picture.
I hated "Bases Loaded" because I knew your name. I'd heard you had talent.
It seemed like a good idea if we are to work together.
A baseball player, a rookie shortstop that's batting 347, once did a hold-up,
Sagittarius...I like Sagittarians... you can trust them.
- Cut out that "us" business. - What's the matter with you?
They beached me like a harpooned baby whale.
Was he out digging up a job for poor Joe Gillis?
- Don't you sometimes hate yourself? - Constantly.
A middle-aged lady, very foolish and very generous.
I would do that, but I'm not good enough to do it alone.
I don't know why you're so upset. Stop that playing, Max.
I hadn't worked in a studio for a long time.
so I borrowed the money.
Who? Some car-hop or dress extra?
I couldn't see his face, but the organ was draped in black.
Then come on. What is this, mink?
Don't think I thought this would win an Academy Award.
It wasn't in Palm Springs, and it wasn't in the garage.
In fact, it was on one of those walks when she told me about her nose.
I like it that way. Maybe it's not very admirable.
Ever heard of Isotta Fraschinis?
- Something's wrong with your car? - There sure is.
Robbie Leslie? She must be a million years old!
Remember, I don't work before
- Alright, I'll give you a few more clues. - No, I haven't heard any of this.
Sagittarius. I like Sagittarians, you can trust them.
Can you see Ty Power as the shortstop?
No, I was born two blocks from the studio, Lemon Grove Avenue.
All I know is, they didn't sell.
- That's a lie. They still want me. - No, they don't.
I never got those telephone calls and I've never been in this house.
There were three young directors who showed promise in those days.
It has some good things in it, but it would be a very expensive picture.
That bundle of raw nerves and Max and a dead monkey upstairs,
Well, you and Artie can be admirable.
An old trainer got beaned, goes out of his head sometimes.
- My eyes can say anything I want. - It could use some shears.
- Have one of mine. - They're dreadful and make me cough.
A murder's been reported from one of those houses in the 10000 block.
The bathroom's there. I put in some towels, soap and a toothbrush.
Don't blame me. I'm just a writer.