: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.
:31:00
Two or three times a week, Max would
haul up that enormous painting...
:31:04
that had been presented to her by
some Nevada chamber of commerce...
:31:08
and we'd see a movie,
right in her living room.
:31:12
So much nicer than going out,
she'd say.
:31:15
The plain fact was she was afraid
of that world outside.
:31:20
Afraid it would remind her
that time had passed.
:31:25
They were silent movies, and Max
would run the projection machine--
:31:30
which was just as well.
:31:32
It kept him from giving us an
accompaniment on that wheezing organ.
:31:38
She'd sit very close to me...
:31:40
and she smelled of tuberoses,
which is not my favorite perfume...
:31:44
not by a long shot.
:31:46
Sometimes as we watched,
she'd clutch my arm or my hand...
:31:51
forgetting she was my employer.
:31:53
Just becoming a fan, excited about
that actress up there on the screen.