Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I haven't. I suppose all the waxworks are coming?

It's just that I am greatly worried about Madame.

- Come on, Joe. - Come on where?

But, it was better than sleeping in a raincoat and galoshes.

Oh, yes, in that empty room over her garage.

Not my favourite perfume, not by a long shot.

May I say that you smell real special?

That's a lie. They want me. I get letters every day.

When were you born? What zodiac sign?

Forget that! It's a car I'm talking about. Losing it is like losing my legs.

But before you hear it all distorted and blown out of proportion,

However, by then, l'd started concocting a little plot of my own.

Funny how gentle people get with you once you're dead.

Psychopaths sell like hot cakes.

I just put my car in the garage. I had a blowout. I thought...

There was a time when they had the eyes of the world.

Those are dirty words. You sound like New York critics.

Hey, Miss Desmond.

Later he strangled himself with it.

Don't just stand there hating me.

performed with the utmost seriousness,

In all seriousness, this is really good.

Say, she's quite a character that Norma Desmond.

- Why? - Are you or not?

Perfect! Wonderful shoulders, and I love that line.

Not a cheap thing made of chromium and spit: an Isotta Fraschini.

Miss Schaefer, I'm trying to do you a favour

Because they want to see me - me, Norma Desmond.

- Maybe somebody else could tell me. - Nobody can give you any information.

The whole thing was upholstered in leopard skin,

I didn't know you were planning a comeback.

The name's Schaefer, Betty Schaefer. I wish I could crawl in a hole with it.

What can I tell her?

of those urgent calls from Paramount.

- Thank you. - I want you to do this work.

Why don't you sit here and watch? Pictures have changed quite a bit.

- Is this where you live? - You bet.

He was hard at work in Bel Air, making with the golf sticks.

Just say thank you and go. Go, go!

It is, to me. That's why I came to this house and took this job, ghost-writing.

How do you like that? We've made 12 pictures together.

Well, this is where you came in.

- It's true and moving. Why not? - Who wants true and moving?

- Nice job. - It should be, it cost $300.

- Is that so? - What's the matter? Anything missing?

- You couldn't find a nicer guy. - I agree.

Walking in to work like...

That's how a lot of us think about Schwab's drugstore.

I've given up writing on spec.

and had one of those car phones, all gold-plated.

Joe, I said you could have my couch, not my girl.

I'd better press your evening clothes, sir.

that silly hodgepodge of melodramatic plots.

You know, I'm pretty expensive. I get $500 a week.

But that wasn't good enough. They had to have the ears, too.

Not once. What's wrong with being the other side of the cameras?

like a brand-new automobile.

- She read the script? - DeMille's Leo, I'm Scorpio.

It's a rehash of something that wasn’t very good to begin with.

Mars has been transiting Jupiter for weeks.

Was theft involved? Did you catch him trying to steal something?

And, of course, she had a pool. Who didn't then?

- If you don't believe me, look. - We believe you, now believe us.

- You're leaving me? - Yes, I am, Norma.

I wanted the job and the dough and to get out of there quickly.

- Tell Mr DeMille I'll be right on set. - What is this?

afraid it would remind her that time had passed.

OK, fellas, hold it, hold it!

Sure you are. And we're not helping her any.

That didn't leave much for Wallace Reid.

I bought a revolver. I stood in front of that mirror, but I couldn't do it.

To fall in love with you was the idiotic thing.

My car would be safe down below while I patched up the script.

Well, seems like Zanuck has got himself a baseball picture.

- What assistant? - Don't play innocent. Gordon Cole.

Without me he'd have no job, because there'd be no Paramount.

So much nicer than going out, she'd say.

I had a nightmare and screamed for you. Where were you?

Why begrudge me a little fun? I just want you to look nice.

- Where are my cigarettes? - Where are your?

Three times a week, Max hauled up that painting

It's all right, Max. I'll take it. Hello, Betty.

A great big empty garage, just standing there going to waste.

Norma, I must apologise for not calling you.

Do you know where he lives, how he lives, what he lives on?

because I thought the whole thing was a mistake.

- It's not the 10%. I'm your friend. - You are?

Don't turn around. Keep your eyes on the book.

- He took it to Palm Springs. - Gone away for his health?

There was someone with an accent growling: you weren't there,