And then there was the time that she performed
when nobody called for more
And soon everytime she stepped into the light
They really let her know the score
But she dreamed of the times when she sang her songs
And everybody cried for more
When all she had to do was step into the light
For everyone to start to roar
And all the people cried: "You're the one we've waited for!"
"Speedman is a dying star - a white dwarf headed for a black hole. That's physics. It's inevitable."
—Les Grossman, Tropic Thunder
"Can I have your autograph?"
He said to the fat, blonde actress.
—The Velvet Underground, "New Age"
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd cry the nowhere tears of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
Hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna
—Metallica, "The Memory Remains"
Joe Gillis: You're Norma Desmond. You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big.
Norma Desmond: I am big. It's the pictures that got small.
WEISS: Barbara, you were much younger then.
BARBARA JEAN: Go to the devil!
WEISS: Now, Barbara, honey, this is 1959, 25 years from "A Night in Paris" and 26 years since you made "Farewell Without Tears." That room across the hall is dark, it's damp, it's full of cobwebs. Come on, snap out of it! Snap out of this kick. You get your war paint on, and I'll meet you over at Sall's office at three o'clock, okay?