Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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