Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

But you haven't.

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

-Are you gonna stop him? -No.

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

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

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

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

EVE: Thank you.

Sergeant Emile Klinger.

What is this, a joke or something?

Aren't we being just a wee bit callous?

Yes. Well, but not right now.

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

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

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

I've gotta pick up my bags now.

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

Would somebody start the bidding at $750, please?

Sell people things they don't need...

All right, Elsie, thanks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROGER: Have you got any olive oil?

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

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

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

-Really? -Yeah.

She's one of our agents.

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

That doesn't seem quite fair, does it?

Are you all right?

You think perhaps he got off when you got on?

... for our own private amusement.

I want this man examined for driving while intoxicated.

Fair warning and last call.

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

[CLEARS THROAT]

-A big, big favor. -Name it.

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

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

Such a nice number.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

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

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

You lied to me. You said that after tonight-

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

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

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

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

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

Roger, pay the two dollars

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

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

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

... as Mr. George Kaplan of Pittsburgh.

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

Thanks to you, clouds of suspicion are already forming.

All in the line of duty.

Isn't that the damnedest thing?

Thirteen dollars.

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

There's the phone.

It couldn't have been anything.

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

-Good evening. ROGER: Good evening.

What were you drinking?

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

There's something I might tell them.

And don't be so modest.

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

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

Well, what are you going to do next?

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