Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A neglected house gets an unhappy look.
Thirsting for the coolness of your lips.
That's where the popcorn business comes in. Buy it to plug your ears.
- Joseph C Gillis? - That's right.
Thirty million fans gave her the brush. Isn't that enough?
- That was her on the phone? - Drink?
- It's 10.15. What time will they arrive? - Who?
Then they loved my nose, only they didn't like my acting.
Maybe you think you could...
Bring something to drink. Sit down. Is there enough light?
I'm sorry you lost your friend. I don't think red is the right colour.
- You're right, Miss Desmond. - Go on, Max.
- The other guests. - There aren't any.
He had a great big bungalow on wheels.
It is not Mr DeMille in person, it's someone named Gordon Cole.
That's the trouble with you readers. You know all the plots.
Let's go back about six months and find the day when it all started.
The great Norma Desmond.
Now do you believe me? I told you DeMille would jump at it.
That's what makes it great.
Where's the ashtray? Joe, can't we have the ashtray?
Norma Desmond!
Lots of outdoors stuff. I bet you could make it for under a million.
Incredibly, there'd been some more
That's the homicide squad, complete with detectives and newspapermen.
They were silent movies, and Max would run the projection machine.
You are? Writing words, words, more words.
I've forgotten how many spades are out!
It'd be a change of pace for Ladd. And simple to shoot.
Not talking much, just wandering down alleys between the stages,
"I want to talk to you. Not now, I'm playing three no trump."
Thank you, darling. Thank you, Joe.
I gave her advice on an idiotic script.
What silly thing was that to do?
I want the coffin to be white and specially lined with satin,
Joe.
Walking in to work like...
This is shop talk.
- A spade. - Pass.
- What's the occasion? - Have him come up, Max.
I didn't argue with her.
- Where are the keys? - Why should I give you them?
and spare you a great deal of misery.
we'd make a little tour of the drowsing lot.
Betty Schaefer engaged to Artie Green, as nice a guy as ever lived,
A few evenings later, we were visiting one of the waxworks for bridge.
You're here, Joe.
I'll buy him five old cars if necessary.
before those Hollywood columnists get their hands on it,
Shut up! I'm rich, richer than all this new Hollywood trash.
This is the palace staircase.
Nothing's the matter. I'm having a great time. Show me some more.
Young man, tell me something.
She was like all writers when we first hit Hollywood,
- So do I. - Let me show you where it fits in.
Only it wasn't empty any more. l'd had a visitor.
- Up the stairs. - Listen for a minute...
All right. Give me this. I need it for a moustache. Now, close your eyes.
Norma Desmond?
Is there someplace we can talk?
I must know.
I want to say how happy I am to be in the studio making a picture again.
- Where's the bar? - Come on.
When you're through with that thing, can I have it?
What is it, Max? Want to wash the car?
- Let's have a drink. - Shouldn't we wait for the others?
- Fair enough. - Salome. What a woman.
I can tell her you're in the projection room, give her the brush.
It came right through the old roof of my room above the garage.
The husbands, I should say. Madame's been married three times.
You need $300? Of course I could give you $300, only I'm not going to.
Over by the rainbow room.
You've made a rope of words and strangled this business.
- One diamond. - One heart.
- Darling, are you there? - Yes.