Sunset Blvd.
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:29:00
It is done, Madame.
:29:02
Well, pack them up again!
I didn't say I was staying!

:29:05
Suppose you make up your mind.
Do you want this job or don't you?

:29:12
Yes, I wanted the job.
:29:14
I wanted the dough, and I wanted
to get out of there as quickly as I could.

:29:18
I thought if I really got going I could
finish it up in a couple of weeks.

:29:22
But it wasn't so simple
getting some coherence...

:29:25
into those
wild hallucinations of hers.

:29:28
And what made it even tougher was
that she was around all the time...

:29:32
hovering over me, afraid I'd do
injury to her precious brainchild.

:29:43
- What's that?
- Just a scene I threw out.

:29:47
Which scene?
:29:49
The one where you go to the slave
market. It's better to cut to John--

:29:52
Cut away from me?
:29:55
Honestly, it's too much of you.
They don't want you in every scene.

:29:58
They don't? Then why do they still
write me fan letters every day?

:30:01
Why do they beg me
for my photographs?

:30:02
Why? Because they want to see me.
Me! Norma Desmond.

:30:08
Put it back.
:30:10
Okay.
:30:25
I didn't argue with her.
:30:27
You don't yell at a sleepwalker.
He may fall and break his neck.

:30:32
That's it.
:30:33
She was still sleepwalking along
the giddy heights of a lost career.

:30:37
Plain crazy when it came to that
one subject, her celluloid self...

:30:42
the great Norma Desmond.
:30:45
How could she breathe in that house
so crowded with Norma Desmonds?

:30:50
More Norma Desmonds.
:30:53
And still more Norma Desmonds.
:30:58
It wasn't all work, of course.

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