Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now ready on track number six.
No, dear, the train. It's safer.
Well, that's nice.
Still breathing?
You've got taste in clothes, taste in food....
They said right here.
... the 20th Century Limited...
I don't know. I'll ask him. She wants to know who says.
-You don't want me to take you up there? -No, thanks. Never mind.
-How much would you say that you drank? -About this much.
-Right, Your Honor. JUDGE: Counselor...
Glen Cove Police Station.
I have 1200 once, 1200 twice.
-I made him feel like a good Samaritan. -He knew you were lying.
Meaning, from now on, I'm not going to let you out of my sight, sweetheart.
LEONARD: I know how terribly fond you are of Miss Kendall....
Have you got your watch set for Central time?
-Uh-huh. -A Mrs. Babson up on Twining Road.
ROGER: I think I'll take that cold shower after all.
Vandamm and company or the police.
Mother, I gotta go now.
Too late.
-our friend Vandamm wouldn't be losing faith in her loyalty now.
... then lunch with Falcon and his wife.
And bourbon.
To protect herself from what?
-Stop calling me Roger. -Has he gotten into trouble?
A rather formidable kind of gentleman, eh?
VANDAMM: Good evening, Mr. Kaplan.
They've just freshened it up a bit with blank cartridges.
This lovely Aubusson settee.
It was a dull party. You didn't miss a thing.
Sold. Twelve hundred dollars. Thank you.
No luggage.
-Make it 2500. MAN 4: Ask him to leave.
Good night, sweetheart. Don't think it wasn't nice.
Good heavens, no.
-I'm valuable property. -In.
You're hotel-breaking. There's a difference.
I get the message.
Why do you think I sent for you?
...to come to a business arrangement.
Mm-hm.
No, thank you. I've seen Mount Rushmore.
We've got a man here who answers to the description of Thornhill, Roger.
EVE: Good night.
And, uh, then your name isn't Kaplan?
What? Tell me.
Sure. Sure.
... so that I could explain I'm being, uh, kidnapped?
MAN: Of course not. You answer his telephone, you live in his hotel room...
Fine. I'll rent a car.
Believe me, Mr. Thornhill, he doesn't exist.
... Mr. Kaplan?
-Say, do I look heavyish to you? -What?
...over water.
Is that his name? Thornhill?
For the simple reason I simply don't know what you're talking about.
-How much would you say you drank? -What did you say?
Seven-ten?
...uncomfortable for the rest of her life.
We went to such lengths to make her a fugitive from justice.
ROGER: Then, why don't you send for the police?
What?
Thirty-nine-oh-one.
What about Mrs. Townsend?
Just wait beside the road. He'll be there at 3: 30.
-Oh, no. -I know you didn't mean it...
Nine-ten? Well, he may have left his hotel room by now.
Now, listen to me, Mother, I beg you. I called the Plaza.
-Good. Because honest women frighten me. WOMAN: Why?
Twelve is bid. I have 12. Go 13. Who'll say 13?
Say the 300? I have 300. Four hundred by the little lady.
... there is some credence to this story?
One thing we know: You're not fake. You are a genuine idiot
How quickly can you get a suit sponged and pressed?
Oh, I see.
Hmm.
Funny how I have that effect on people. It's something about my face.
LEONARD: The gun she shot Kaplan with.
Maybe it was the first time anyone ever asked me to do anything worthwhile.
Absolutely not.
Sold to Mr. Stone, second row. Four hundred and fifty dollars.
...just so your special agent or whatever doesn't get shot at.
Not what I expected. A little taller.
Well, then how come I got a message from him at 9-?
Well, then what are we going there for?
... to have an extra pair of pajamas, would you?
-Ticket? -I'm just seeing some friends off.
This is not going to lead to a very happy conclusion, Mr. Kaplan.
Wouldn't I?