Sunset Blvd.
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:28:05
I thought if I got going
I could finish it in a couple of weeks.

:28:09
But it wasn't so simple getting
coherence into her wild hallucinations.

:28:15
It was made tougher with her
around all the time, hovering over me,

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afraid I'd do injury
to that precious brainchild of hers.

:28:29
What's that?
:28:32
- Just a scene I threw out.
- Which scene?

:28:35
The slave market.
It's better to cut directly to...

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Cut away from me?
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It's too much of you.
They don't want you in every scene.

:28:44
Then why do they still write me fan
letters and beg for my photographs?

:28:49
Because they want to see me -
me, Norma Desmond.

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Put it back.
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OK.
:29:10
I didn't argue with her.
:29:12
You don't yell at a sleepwalker.
He may fall and break his neck.

:29:16
That's it. She was still sleepwalking
along the giddy heights of a lost career.

:29:21
Plain crazy when it came
to that one subject: Her celluloid self.

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The great Norma Desmond.
:29:29
How could she breathe in that house
so crowded with Norma Desmonds?

:29:33
More Norma Desmonds
and still more Norma Desmonds.

:29:41
It wasn't all work, of course.
:29:43
Three times a week,
Max hauled up that painting

:29:47
presented to her by some
Nevada chamber of commerce.

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And we'd see a movie,
right in her living room.

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So much nicer than going out,
she'd say.

:29:58
The plain fact was
she was afraid of that world outside,


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