Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...that I took the long way around so nobody followed me.

Beats flying, doesn't it?

I'm beginning to think that no one in the hotel has actually seen Kaplan.

Yes, I know exactly what you mean.

Perfectly all right.

... from his would-be assassins, and when they gave chase...

... for Indianapolis at 2 and ask the driver to let you off at Prairie Stop, Highway 41.

He went that way. I think he got off.

I didn't realize you were an art collector. I thought you just collected corpses.

Soon we'll be off together and I shall dedicate myself to your happiness.

-...in case you decided to change your mind. -You know what I think?

Get my lawyer right away, and come out and bail me out.

[PHONE RINGING]

-After dinner. -Now.

Now, shall we get down to business?

I feel heavyish.

... and establish elaborate behavior patterns for him...

I mean, if my client says this is what happened...

I have a large drawing room all to myself.

Why don't you surprise me, Mr. Kaplan, and say yes?

We'll get them. We'll throw the book at them. Assault and kidnapping.

I wonder if I could respectfully ask the gentleman...

... give any hint to Vandamm that he's pursuing a decoy...

I told you, I'm not Kaplan, whoever he is. I'm-

There's only the expedient exaggeration. You ought to know that.

-Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. -My fault.

Well, that is what's happening, isn't it?

-Anything to report, Miss Kendall? -Why, yes. I had a fine night's sleep.

-Good night, Mr. Thornhill. -Good night, sweetie.

You could always take a cold shower.

No good, sir. You can't get involved in this.

Because I bet you could tease a man to death without half-trying.

There was a man at your table tonight in the dining car.

You'll be all right after a good night's sleep. We got a nice cell all made up.

Oh, no, Mr. Thornhill. There is no such person as George Kaplan.

ROGER: I insist.

Sorry, I have to know their names before I can let you through.

You're an advertising man, that's all I know.

You'll be picked up by the police the moment you show your face.

Or we could congratulate ourselves on a marvelous stroke of good fortune.

General Assembly Building.

I decided to fall in love.

Put a note on my desk in the morning: Think thin

[ROGER WHISTLING]

-Oh. Thank you for your interest. -You're welcome, sir.

-Nice of him to have opened the bed. -Yes.

Sergeant Emile Klinger.

All right. What'll I do when I get there?

Put it any way you like.

Uh, I'm all right, Mother. Good night. Good night, dear.

-Thank you. -It's quite all right.

Sold to Mr. Vandamm at 700.

His is pointed at your heart. So, please, no errors of judgment, I beg of you.

Oh, I'm so glad you're pleased, Mr. Townsend.

Yeah, and in all the right places too.

-How would you have felt? -In the cafeteria, when you fell.

-It's become necessary. -Oh, I see.

There's not much time.

And I just saw two men get out of a police car as we pulled into the station.

And here's the sofa where they held me down.

Spread the good word in as many small-time segments as we can.

Roger. Roger, will you be home for dinner?

-Is anyone in the library? -No.

It's an old trick. Shoot one of your own to show that you're not one of them.

I'm afraid you'll have to.

I wouldn't have a chance.

ROGER: Our friend who's assembling the General Assembly this afternoon.

Well, wouldn't it be nice if my problems and your plans were somehow connected?

They weren't smiling.

I met Phillip Vandamm at a party one night and saw only his charm.

Then why did you let the police chase me all over the map?

... and I was wondering if I ought to go on changing the linens.

VANDAMM: Jump in, Leonard. The champagne's fine.

-The price? -For doing nothing to stop you.

One thing we know: You're not fake. You are a genuine idiot

That's where I hit the chair doing that phony fall in the cafeteria.

-He checked out? -That's right.

Now, obviously they've mistaken me for a much shorter man.

No i didn't borrow laura's mercedes!

What the devil is that supposed to mean?

-I'm offering you a chance to save it. VANDAMM: To exchange it.

There's my trademark. R. O. T.

LEONARD: I'll do that. VANDAMM: Tell your knife-throwing chum...

Please call at the communications desk of the public lounge.

Now, she seemed to think I'm Kaplan.

No, you're not. You're Roger Thornhill of Madison Avenue...

JUDGE: Do you know him to be a reasonable man?

I don't know that I care to accept that charge, professor.

-It's become necessary. -Oh, I see.

Yes, for using sex like some people use a fly swatter.

Well, of course you are. This is room 796, isn't it?