Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess that's the one you can see Catalina from, only this isn't the day.
A curtain of silence surrounds her
Older woman who's well-to-do.
There had to be a New Year's shindig in his apartment.
A younger man who's not doing too well.
I don't like the stud. I want you to have a luscious pearl.
I hate that word. It's a return.
- I'll read the rest at home. - I couldn't let it out of my house.
- The doctor suggested it. - What doctor?
It wasn't all work, of course.
And she'd mentioned something to drink. Why not?
- Got a title? - "Bases Loaded". There's an outline.
Is it about me?
Because after "Salome" we'll make another picture and another.
"Times" city desk? Hedda Hopper speaking.
The dream she had clung to so desperately had enfolded her.
The Fairbankses, the Gilberts, the Valentinos!
Still waving proudly to a parade which had long since passed her by.
Hold it.
That isn't true. Max!
I will take Mr Gillis's bags to the car.
Are you kidding? I think it's good.
I'm talking to you. My clothes and things are up in the room.
The stars are ageless, aren't they?
“There’s nothing tragic about being 50, not less you’re trying to be 25!”
- Sure, if it makes a good scene. - You don't care.
can do terrible things to the human spirit.
I bluffed it out with a few notions.
Lights.
I've waited 20 years for this. DeMille can wait till I'm good and ready.
And she's turned you into a servant.
- I will not have it butchered. - Of course not.
You get $100,000, buy me chocolates; an Oscar, I get the left foot.
That's right, Betty, ask me again. This is Joe.
Draw your sword and raise that drape with it. Samson's lying over here.
Norma, you're smoking too much.
...here's the pool.
I got the funniest letter from Artie.
Thank you, Max.
I'll fill the pool or open my Malibu house and you can have the ocean.
- Hurt feelings department. - Where's the phone?
Another writer may steal your material.
When I opened my eyes, the music was still there.
- Everything set up? - Just about.
As much whoop-de-do as we get when they open a supermarket.
And we'd see a movie, right in her living room.
- How've you been, Miss Desmond? - Open the gate.
But it ought to be organised, edited. You can find somebody.
- Good luck. - Thank you, dearest.
Suddenly I'm terribly afraid of losing you.
I was worried about my throat. This woman's done wonders.
Dr. Meza Our product manager
When our picture's finished, I'll buy you a boat and we'll sail to Hawaii...
to that $35-a-week job at the copy desk of the''Dayton Evening Post';,
YOUR DATA LOOKS ABSOLUTELY DIVINE
itching with ambition, planning to get your names up there:
- Give me your coat. - Let it ride.
I had the upstairs. You see where it says "Readers Department"?
Still wonderful, isn't it? And no dialogue.
Who? I'd have to have somebody I could trust.
She had Max move me to the main house.
You'd never know because on screen
I am big. It's the pictures that got small.
Say he can get another old car someplace.
It was like that old woman in''Great Expectations';,
"The wind gets in that pipe organ. I ought to take it out."
I hate that word... It's a return!
You'd better, I'm very angry.
This year, I'm trying to earn a living.
- Whose room was this? - The room of the husband.
some nobody
- I'm not very attractive. - Goodnight.
Oh, that. It's from a friend of mine.
Open your eyes.
- What about those ideas you had? - See if they make sense.
She'd take me for rides in the hills above Sunset.
That idiot! He forgot to fill my cigarette case.
- I had a teacher like that. - Maybe that's why it's good.
See? You didn't believe me. You don't think I have the courage?
I'll be up there again, so help me!
I wouldn't know, sir. Madame made the arrangements.
I like it better than any street in the world.
What have you heard? Come on, let's have it.
Sometimes it's interesting to see just how bad bad writing can be.
All I ask is for you to be a little patient and a little kind.
- The rest's in the drawer. - It's yours.
- How nice to see you! - Welcome home. Remember me?
some nobody
''Ageing actress. '; ''Yesterday's glamour queen. ';
- Pass. - Empty the ashtray, Joe, dear.
DeMille didn't have the heart to say. None of us has.