Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Happy New Year, Norma.
Very simple set-up.
kept going through my head like a dozen locomotives.
Sam at her review with Tony
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The poor dope! He always wanted a pool.
Audiences don't know somebody sits down and writes a picture.
It taught me sense. I worked up from the mail room to being reader.
Put it back.
Your apartment gave me a Crest View number.
All right, it was quite a few years ago. But I've never looked better in my life.
You'll read about it in the late editions.
Have they forgotten what a star looks like?
There's a short stretch of my fiction you found worthy of notice?
They used to be Madame's dressing-room. The whole row.
We didn't need dialogue. We had faces.
There was another occupant in that garage.
the real guy arrived with the baby coffin.
- I wrote that with my heart. - Sure you did.
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afraid l'd do injury to that precious brainchild of hers.
You've got five minutes. What's your story about?
- Don't you want to come along? - It's your script, your show.
Shut up. If we could get a story...
that I started facing the facts.
if it was still open, back to the smirking delight of the office.
This room hasn't been used for a long time.
The accent! This guy's in the pay of a foreign government.
Hi, Artie. Evening, Miss Schaefer.
nor with friends in the usual sense of the word.
he'd just look at your heels and know the score.
- I hear she was a terror to work with. - Only toward the end.
I put him on my massage table by the fire.
- I'm sorry if I crossed you up. - You sure have.
No, Phillip, we must be strong.
Eight master bedrooms. A sunken tub in every bathroom.
Quiet, everybody!
My astrologer read DeMille's horoscope and mine.
We'll deduct it from my salary.
- No? - I'm not just your agent.
You're the only person in this stinking town that has.
I've got 20 pages and a good male character.
Betty, there's no use running out on it. Let's face it, whatever it is.
- Deliver it to Mr DeMille in person. - Very good.
- You sweet kid. - One's called something "Window".
The wind gets in that pipe organ. I ought to take it out.
- Just so happens, we have a vacancy on the couch. - I'll take it.
And a chimp was dancing for pennies.
All right, notify Henry Wilcoxon. Spread that out so I can see it.
It must've burned up ten gallons to a mile.
Yeah? Why, if it isn't Miss Desmond!
Today is the day of the greatest conjunction.
But there's a microphone to catch the last gurgles,
I'd take it, only it's too dressy for a copy desk in Dayton, Ohio.
They rewrote the whole picture for rain and shot half.
You see, this is my life. It always will be. There's nothing else.
Could I? Gillis...
I found it flat and trite.
I own three blocks downtown, I've got oil in Bakersfield pumping, pumping.
Joe.
- I want to talk to you. - Not now, I'm playing three no trump.
- How old are you? - 22.
Hey, Betty, here's that weird-sounding woman again.
Goodbye, Norma. We'll see what we can do.
- Norma Desmond! - I thought she was dead.
She was the greatest. You wouldn't know, you're too young.
- Hey, you forgot this. - Thanks.
Back at that pool again. The one I always wanted.
The kind crazy movie people built in the crazy twenties.
- I want to talk to you about that. - Isn't it a good script?
How long is a movie script these days? How many pages?
Even if she got away with it in court, crime of passion, temporary insanity,