Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, what could a man do with his clothes off for 20 minutes?
Yes.
I'm beginning to think I'm underpaid.
Sorry.
[CROWD LAUGHING]
Simply, I'd like you to tell me how much you know of our arrangements...
Yes. The art of survival.
As soon as the plane leaves, my husband and Mr. Leonard will be back.
Thought I'd never make it. Getting too old for this kind of work.
How much may I say to start? What am I bid?
[POLICE SIREN WAILING]
-What's the matter? -Matter?
-Right through there, sir. -Yeah, thanks.
Twelve-fifty I have. Now, 1500.
We're not talking about my skin. We're talking about yours.
Poor Tom lost his Mercedes Maybe Laura took it
I'll bet you paid plenty for this little piece of sculpture.
-All right, let's just go inside. -I don't wanna go inside.
-What's your name? -Roger Thornhill.
[SHOWER RUNNING]
Well, Vandamm has a place near there.
-Did you call me Kaplan? -I know you're a man of many names...
Good evening.
I mean, we've hardly met.
I did treat you miserably.
Four-fifty is bid for the pair. Can I hear 500?
Let me see something.
To set his mind at ease about George Kaplan.
Rapid City, South Dakota.
You paged me?
So has your friend Mr. Vandamm.
Let me look at you. Oh, a little pink-eyed, but aren't we all?
We should stop.
Nine hundred is bid. Now, who'll say 1, 000?
May I hear 1300?
Isn't there?
Can I help it if you're never around, Mr. Kaplan?
ROGER: Now, that's a picture only Charles Addams could draw.
-No, I can't do that. -Please.
I mean it.
It's comforting to know that.
If you can't lick the Vandamms of this world...
VANDAMM: Well, Leonard...
-I know. I look vaguely familiar. -Yes.
Three-seventy-five, go four? Four hundred is bid.
Here, hold that, dear.
-A roomette? -Nothing, not even a ticket.
Could you let me have Mr. George Kaplan's room number, please?
-Waiting for the bus. Due any minute. -Oh.
Well, bourbon. See, these two fellas, they-
If we make the slightest move to suggest there is no such agent as George Kaplan...
-I don't want a cell. I want a policeman. -The car was just reported stolen.
Think thin.
-This isn't Mr. Townsend. -Yes, it is.
I'm looking for the can opener I stole from the porter.
I told my secretary to call Mother. I realized she won't be able to reach her.
Well, that's his problem.
What time? I'll meet you. What's the address?
-Seven-ten? Are you sure? -Yes. He left a forwarding address.
-Only one bed. -Yes.
Let's go where? Who-? Who are you?
She might find the idea objectionable.
I don't deduce, I observe.
JUNKET: Belonging to Mrs. Babson of Twining Road.
Original gilt finish. Upholstered in pure silk damask.
-I don't see why you want me along. -You lend a certain air of respectability.
Call it my woman's intuition if you will, but I've never trusted neatness.
-Is Mr. Townsend at home? -No, I'm sorry he's left for the day, sir.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Nothing.
Why don't you call him back again and see what happened?
Oh, come, come, come. I made him a happy man.
-When I shot you with the blanks. -Oh, that. No.
ROGER: Either hurry up or get me a snorkel.
-Mr. George Kaplan? ROGER: Boy.
Oh. Well, did he leave word when he'd be back?
TOWNSEND: And I'm afraid he became even worse...
-This way, Mr. Thornhill. -Wait a minute.
ROGER: Oh, you're that type. -What type?
My recommendation is still the same.
We'll get to that later.
That plane's dusting crops where there ain't no crops.
MAGGIE: I didn't put a coat on. -Use your blood sugar, child. Come on.
...but the latitude and longitude of your rendezvous...
Yes, ma'am. I've been looking all over for it.
I don't always borrow a car... But when I do I borrow. Laura's Mercedes
Please.
MAN 3: We can't sit back calmly and wait to see who kills him first.
See?
Mr. Thornhill was picked up last night driving under the influence of alcohol...
We think it's his jumping-off point to leave the country tomorrow night.
Oh....
Drunk and disorderly? That's chicken feed. You've hit the jackpot.
-... where were we? -Here.
What about that treacherous little tramp with him?
... and not have to go off in separate directions.
B, she gave herself a new and urgent reason to be taken to the other side with you...
Assault with a gun, and a bourbon, and a sports car. We'll get them.