Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So I doubt if I'll seeing anybody else tonight.

That's the reason you had this one hustle me on the train.

-Of course not. -Could I?

-Care to do me a favor in return? -Anything.

To a show I was looking forward to. And I get unreasonable about things like that.

Not at all. I knew the police would release you, Mr. Kaplan.

... and assassination.

-Where are we going? -Airport.

-How are we doing? -Oh, I may collapse at any moment.

It's a nice face.

And I- I used some pretty harsh words. I'm sorry.

...my relationship with him made me uniquely valuable to them.

You better make it your lawyer.

Do you intend to cooperate with us? I'd like a simple yes or no.

LEONARD: Sometimes the truth does taste like worms.

Please don't undermine my resolve just when I need it most.

Ceiling and possibilities unlimited.

ROGER: There you are, dear. Park yourself there.

August the 29th, George Kaplan of Boston registered at the Whittier in Detroit.

And taste in women. I like your flavor.

I think we made it.

Eight hundred. Thank you. Nine hundred?

-Tell him I'm here. -The dinner guests are expected.

Am I to be dropped into a vat of molten steel...

Maybe he has his suits mended by invisible weavers.

And that's the first time you laid eyes on me?

I've forgotten the number. Would you mind?

She'll think she's eating money.

You know, I left some friends back there in the Oak Bar.

-No. -I didn't think so.

MAN 1: Don't lose it for $25. Thank you. Three-seventy-five is bid.

Is that the only reason?

Is that a proposition?

See what I mean?

For the next couple of days?

-She's in 463. -Oh, yes, that's right. Thanks.

-Because you're not honest with them? ROGER: Exactly.

-Do you know what that means? -Mm-hm.

... and become part of a new skyscraper?

Come on. Come up here.

-What's the matter? You've got the fidgets. -I just did something stupid.

Dinner at 21, 7: 00.

Basis in fact? If I were brought in dead, you still wouldn't believe-

Turn her over to me, I'll see there's enough pinned on her to keep her...

I'd invite you to my bedroom if I had a bedroom.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

-You sent that one last time. -I did?

...stated that he heard voices raised in-

It's getting late. I have guests.

Mr. Doisky I presume? Right this way, Sir

That you let the hotel valet do something with this suit first.

Some of them crop-duster pilots get rich, if they live long enough.

Thanks for the lift, fellas.

By the way, I found this on the floor. Does it belong to you?

-Yes, a joke. We will laugh in the car. -Come.

MAN 1: Check. -Nobody's denying that!

WOMAN: Just a minute, sir. I'll see. -Well, hurry, please.

Where are we going? New York or Washington?

Twenty-two-fifty once.

EVE: What do we do? ROGER: Climb down.

Finally, he told us he had to go home to sleep it off.

-So? -Well, you wouldn't happen...

-Oh, this is r- Where are we? -Four sixty-three.

Mother, this is your son, Roger Thornhill.

Come on. We'll discuss it on the plane.

Couldn't we stand like this for just a few hours?

You drink it. I've had enough stimulation for one day.

The answer is no.

-Come along, Eve. EVE: All right.

First, you're the outraged Madison Avenue man...

Roger. Pay the two dollars.

No car. Mr. Kaplan said bus. He wants to be sure you're alone.

I wonder if I look like Kaplan.

... train travel versus plane travel, that sort of thing.

You ought to give me a medal instead of asking me to be a target...

Just this time you're supposed to be critically wounded.

...let's go back to New York on the train together.

I mean, apologize.

Mrs. Townsend, does the name George Kaplan mean anything to you?

I have 375, go the 400.

They spilled bourbon all over it. I'll show you the stains.

OFFICER: —will you let us know?

Could it be an overpowering interest in art?

-Excuse me. LESTER: Yes?

That's a good omen, don't you think?

-I'm not gonna let you do this. Get out. -Please don't spoil everything. Please.

You're not taking her on that plane with you?

ANNA: I'll wait, sir. I certainly will. Safe journey.

He's trying to tell me not to go through with this harebrained scheme.

Tomorrow morning, he says.

The truth? I've heard nothing but innuendoes.

-Sold for 2250. And now- -Twenty-two-fifty for that chromo?

MAN 1: Now the seven. Seven hundred? -Seven hundred.

We might have happened to leave at the same time, but not together.

-Up. -I can't make it.

Laura's Mercedes

He has told you, hasn't he?