norma desmond?
i hate to think where that puts me. i could be her father.
it must be about that appalling script of hers. what can i say to her? what can i say?
listen, thirty million fans have given her the brush. isn't that enough?
of course you didn't. you didn't know norma desmond as a plucky little girl of seventeen, with more courage and wit and heart than ever came together in one youngster.
she got to be. a dozen press agents working overtime can do terrible things to the human spirit. hold everything.
what's the matter, norma?
we've missed you too, dear.
that's what i want to talk to you about.
it's got a lot of good things. of course, it would be an expensive picture.
nothing would thrill me more -- if it were possible.
you'll pardon me, norma? why don't you just sit and watch? o.k. here we go.
action! the scene starts.