Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And Vilma Banky and Rod La Rocque.
What would a handwriting expert make of her childish scrawl?
The first time you see me coming any closer,
- We've come for the car. - What car?
They tell him he's got to throw the World Series?
You did, sir. Goodnight, sir.
You'd be throwing it away. I don't qualify for the job any more.
Maybe l'd been an idiot not to have sensed it was coming.
They now added up to exactly zero.
I just don't.
- Have you met Miss Desmond? - It's a great pleasure.
but he's trying to go straight, except some gamblers won't let him.
Oh, yes, yes.
Nothing, for work in a filling station. I'm bored with that jacket and pants.
All right, let's go.
There was a tennis court, or rather the ghost of a tennis court,
Coroner's office. I want to speak to the coroner.
His greatest successes!
Let's get a good look at you.
All right, why don't you take a crack at Hollywood?
But it wasn't so simple getting coherence into her wild hallucinations.
- But it needs work. - I feared so.
sagitarrius
Is that so? What's the wonderful news?
Like an athlete training for the Olympics, she counted every calorie,
Nothing would please me more if it were possible.
Whenever she suspected I was getting bored,
- What's wrong? - It's from hunger.
It's about five o'clock in the morning.
And started to check the damage, just for the record.
What's the matter?
The Norma Desmond Follies.
What kind of material do you recommend? Joyce, Dostoyevsky?
- The newsreel cameras are here. - Tell them to go.
Wait. Get the car out and take the script to Paramount.
- If I could be of any help. - Sorry, I just didn't think it was good.
A great package of rain. Oversized like everything else in California.
furthermore, you can have the phone now.
A return to the millions who've never forgiven me for deserting the screen.
Yes, Mr DeMille. It's that car of hers, an old Isotta Fraschini.
- Whose? - Look around, there's a lot of her.
Once they ran up to 70 cents, which was about the only cash I ever got.
- Close, but no cigar. - You're not really a smuggler?
These are nothing. You can have anything. What do you want?
Stop it. Where've you been keeping yourself?
- No. - Please.
That sad, embarrassing revelation.
What's so funny about it?
Nothing, Madame. Somebody enquiring about a stray dog.
- I haven't got a thing. - Any assignment, additional dialogue.
Well, what is this anyway? This is Betty Schaefer.
Come on in.
- Why did she call me? - Jealous.
They're on location in Arizona making a Western.
You're Norma Desmond. You were big in silent pictures.
I'm in the middle of a rehearsal.
that looked rundown and deserted.
But you just can't say those things to somebody you're crazy about.
Well, I got hold of Gordon Cole.
Paramount Studios.
- What are you doing? - I'm packing.
Don't bother with a rewrite. Take it direct. Ready?
They're pretty hot about it at Twentieth, except Zanuck's all wet.
Madame will pardon me, the shadow over the left eye is not quite balanced.
You're being silly. We don't need two cars, we have one.
Sometimes as we watched, she'd clutch my arm or my hand,
I'm not in love with him any more, that's all.
- That's sad. - Not at all.
Hold that noise!
How could she breathe in that house so crowded with Norma Desmonds?
- Paramount's calling. - Who?
Have you thought I may have a life of my own, a girl I'm crazy about?
Why don't you? I'm writing a script and I'm going to finish it!
I'm talking from Norma Desmond's bedroom.
This is more important.
The address is
The whole place seemed stricken with a creeping paralysis,