Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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