Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Ten dollars? -Not for all the money in the world.

But you haven't.

Worst of all, with a man he thinks is a government agent.

... as Mr. George Kaplan of Pittsburgh.

Would somebody start the bidding at $750, please?

You think perhaps he got off when you got on?

Where's her husband? He's the one you should be questioning.

I'm trying to remind you it is your responsibility to help us restore her...

Now you play the peevish lover, stung by jealousy and betrayal.

DRIVER: Where to? -I don't know. Just keep going.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Ah, in the world of advertising, there's no such thing as a lie.

It couldn't have been anything.

Isn't that the damnedest thing?

I may go back to hating you. It was more fun.

... for our own private amusement.

How do we know it's not a fake? It looks like a fake.

Four hundred is bid. Say the five? I have 400. I have 400.

No, I mean it, and I'm very touched. Very-

Well, what are you going to do next?

Fair warning and last call.

A week later, you registered at the Benjamin Franklin Hotel...

Don't misunderstand, I don't expect you to fall in with this suggestion...

And don't be so modest.

-Mother. JUDGE: And do you believe...

... had tried to kill him the night before.

Roger, pay the two dollars

A possible motive for the slaying was suggested by the discovery...

-I haven't had the pleasure. -You disappoint me, sir.

Thanks to you, clouds of suspicion are already forming.

She's one of our agents.

Such a nice number.

There's something I might tell them.

ROGER: Have you got any olive oil?

EVE: Thank you.

Well, because there's no place to hide on a plane if anyone should recognize me.

That call. Was that an outside call or did it come from the lobby?

-Oh, I- -Now, Mr. Kaplan, what's this all about?

Yes, I know who you are, and I'm not Mr. Kaplan.

You see, Mr. Thornhill, she....

-Good evening. ROGER: Good evening.

Sell people things they don't need...

-Elsie, do you know who I am? -You're- You're Mr. Kaplan.

MAN [ON PA]: New York Central Railroad, train number 25...

Sergeant Emile Klinger.

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

ANNA: We will, sir, and God bless you.

Are you all right?

Thirteen dollars.

You know, when I was a little boy, I wouldn't even let my mother undress me.

Don't worry about me, fellas. I'll take the bus.

You lied to me. You said that after tonight-

What were you drinking?

... but I have tickets for the theater this evening.

So that Vandamm couldn't very well decline to take her along.

I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've got a job, a secretary, a mother...

You seem to be trying to fill mine with rotten apples.

MAN [ON RADIO]: -Mr. Kaplan twice in full view of horrified men, women and children...

It would please me if you would think of me as being along on this journey...

All in the line of duty.

It's much safer now, thanks to you, my darling decoy.

I want this man examined for driving while intoxicated.

Yes. Well, but not right now.

WOMAN: Mr. Mauney, Delegation of Pakistan. Please call the public lounge.

I've gotta pick up my bags now.

That doesn't seem quite fair, does it?

So horribly sad. How is it I feel like laughing?

-Are you gonna stop him? -No.

Aren't we being just a wee bit callous?

-Oh, no. -I do have plans of my own, you know?

-A big, big favor. -Name it.

... at the Plaza Hotel in New York as Mr. George Kaplan of Detroit.

-Really? -Yeah.

You know, I've been thinking, it's not safe for you...

There's the phone.

All right, Elsie, thanks.

-We're all in the same alphabet soup. -Really?

You gentlemen aren't really trying to kill my son, are you?

[CLEARS THROAT]

... I'm a car thief, a drunk driver, and I murdered a man for revenge.

What is this, a joke or something?

-Which one of these has my suit in it? -The small one underneath your right arm.