Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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