Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...but I'm afraid you have put her in an extremely dangerous situation.
[PHONE RINGING]
Help. Help me.
Just a second, you.
-Should I? -Certainly not.
What is your pleasure? How much to start?
-You're ruining my whole day. -Shh, shh. All right. Quiet. Shut up.
We'll find out as soon as we book you for being drunk and disorderly.
Oh, well, I guess it's off to the hospital for me and back to danger for you.
-Five hundred. MAN 1: Five hundred, thank you.
Well, what I mean is, the moment I meet an attractive woman...
-Seven parking tickets. -Oh.
Were you at home last night, Mr. Townsend?
What a performance.
-Did I give it to you personally? -Personally?
MAN 1: This magnificent pair of Louis XVI fauteuils.
So you're the gentleman in room 796, aren't you?
New York Central Railroad, train number 25...
-What took you so long? -Let's take a little walk.
She's worth every dollar of it, take it from me.
VANDAMM: Are you sure? EVE: Mm-hm.
Are you sure?
Last call.
And I won't have, until I find George Kaplan who obviously knows what this is all about.
It was quite obvious to him last night that she had become emotionally involved.
Can I say the 500?
By the way, what are we having for dessert?
I don't suppose it would do any good to show you ID cards...
They don't believe in marriage.
Miss Eve Kendall is expecting me. She's in room four-something.
-Suppose they don't come? -They'll come.
Now...
I'm sorry, old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
-Well, the bid is already up to 2250, sir. -I still say 1,500.
Well, we better get moving.
I have 2250. Do I hear 25?
You can probably make them do anything for you.
You want me to jump off a moving plane?
-And still do. VAN DAMM: Rubbish.
Such a nice face too.
They hurt deeply.
MAN 1: We offer catalog number 107.
I've been staying in my apartment in town for the last month.
-Well, here we are again. -Yes.
What was the last report?
-Last call. -Fifteen hundred.
Forgive me. Who are those people living in your house?
Neatness is always the result of deliberate planning.
MAN 1: How much to start the bidding on this collector's porcelain?
...who had come to the park to see the famed Mount Rushmore monument.
Oh, after all those involved and explicit directions he gave you on the phone.
No, no, no, I mean $13. That's more than it's worth.
Togetherness. You know what I mean?
[SCREAMING]
It will enhance any collection of fine art.
Well, one thing we know: You're no fake. You're a genuine idiot.
Here, driver, take this lady back where she belongs.
-I won't say a word. -How come?
Now you know everything.
My name is Roger Thornhill.
VANDAMM: He wanted to destroy you. You had to protect yourself.
-I'm trying. -Come on, I've got you.
Seven years, Your Honor.
EVE: We can't.
Couldn't he have taken an hour?
A pleasant journey, sir.
No, no. I'm awfully sorry.
I guess he's gonna play it safe with a long, slow descent.
-Right away? -Yes.
That plane's dusting crops where there ain't no crops.
... that earlier today, Thornhill appeared at Glen Cove police court...
Twenty-two-fifty twice.
I was wondering about my earrings.
And thank her for her superb performance as Mrs. Townsend.
-Where am I? -Glen Cove Police Station.
What can we do to save him without endangering our own agent?
I'm sure Mr. Kaplan won't mind a few wrinkles.
-Who did he kill? -He didn't say where he was going, did he?
No questions asked?
And much more than her life is at stake.
I can't.
Go ahead, it can't be for me.
You saw the newspapers. My fingerprints are on the knife...
Just a minute, please. Here.
-I want to be taken to police headquarters. -You do, huh?
Who are you kidding? You have no feelings to hurt.
[WOMAN ON PA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
I asked the professor if I could see you again.
EVE: But not endanger you. VANDAMM: Ah, rubbish.
It is ___ to ___.
... he naturally had to drive as best he could under the, uh, circumstances.
Please do.
Can I join you?
... tomorrow night at 7: 30.
Well, I want to thank you for saving my life. Thank you, my friend. Thank you.
... who claims he's been mistaken for someone else.
Jack Phillips. Western sales manager for Kingby Electronics.
You see?
ROGER: Honest.
Phillip, if you don't mind, I'm going back to the house now.
My wives divorced me.
-Sold out? ATTENDANT: You can always go coach.
Should I hang it in the closet, Mr. Kaplan?