Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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