Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I wouldn't know. - I don't care, anyway.
Bring me a telephone and get me Gordon Cole.
You know why? Because I've never been as happy in my life.
The other players would be actor friends,
Stop crying. You're getting married. That's what you wanted.
- We're engaged. - Good for you.
Maybe they weren't original enough, maybe they were too original.
No, you're not. Max! Max!
Judas H Priest, who'd you borrow that from? Adolphe Menjou?
Of course not. I just don't want to be left alone.
I pegged him as slightly cuckoo, too.
Apparently, I just didn't have what it takes.
Someone in the formal set, with a ten-carat kidney stone?
Here's 10079, Connie. It must be over there.
Max, what's the very best man's shop in town?
There's nothing like blue flannel for a man.
- Check those studs and cufflinks. - I must go.
the cufflinks, the platinum key-chains and the cigarette cases?
It was at her New Year's party that I found out how she felt about me.
- I don't know. - What month?
You owe three months' rent.
They expected me to become a star.
You could've called me yourself, instead of leaving it to an assistant.
I thought of them as her waxworks.
- DeMille? - We made a lot of pictures together.
How about going up the kitchen stairs and undressing in the dark?
Mabel was always stepping on my feet.
I don't know what he's said, but he does not live with relatives,
I want to ask you something. Come in here.
Mr Gillis has not forgotten Madame's New Year's party?
What's with the door? There's no lock.
Even the newsreel guys came roaring in.
the whole thing played on a torpedo boat.
- You read the script, of course? - Yes.
Hog-eye, turn that light back where it belongs.
You send them. Is that it, Max?
- What about DeMille? - He was sparing your feelings.
Valentino said, "There's nothing like tile for a tango." Come on.
No, that was me. I said, "Who wants to see a Civil War picture?"
- You think this is funny. - A little.
He rejects her, so she demands his head on a golden tray.
Sure would've made attractive headlines.
- It's your baby. - Couldn't we work evenings?
I called your agent, the Screenwriters' Guild.
- But it needs a little more dialogue. - What for?
Next time, I'll write you "The Naked and the Dead".
OK.
She'd taught me bridge by then, just as she'd taught me fancy tango steps,
Where you been keeping that gorgeous face? I almost reported you missing.
Then they got a couple of pruning hooks and fished me out
- Hello, Mr Gillis. - Hello.
What a part. The princess in love with a holy man.
Who was it, Max? What is it?
invaded her house on Sunset Boulevard.
Two packages of cough drops dissolved in warm grape juice...
Thanks for the handsome wardrobe and for the use of all the trinkets.
You don't yell at a sleepwalker. He may fall and break his neck.
Me:
What do you think I've been doing? I need $300.
Maybe if I hocked all my junk, there'd be enough for a ticket back to Ohio,
I could sense her watching me through those dark glasses,
May I speak to Miss Betty Schaefer? She must be home by now.
- Don't bend back like that. - It's that thing, it tickles.
All right. Cameras. Action!
There was something else going on: the last rites for that hairy old chimp,
What right? You want me to tell you?
That's it. She was still sleepwalking along the giddy heights of a lost career.
I drove to the beach. You don't want me to feel I'm locked up here?
Give me a package of those Turkish cigarettes... Abdullas.
What? Max! Max!
I want to work again. You don't know what it means knowing you want me.
In the end, he got himself a pool, only the price turned out a little high.
Her own movie theatre.
- I mean this good dialogue will play. - It will?
It was a great big white elephant of a place.
An enormous foreign-built automobile.
Who? Some car hop or dress extra?
It was all very queer, but queerer things were yet to come.
Look, I was making that up,
Max!
More Norma Desmonds and still more Norma Desmonds.
Six in the morning? This month I'm completely at your disposal.
You've got a flashback there...
- Now, what is it? Where's the fire? - I've lost my car.