Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stay where you are.
... as Mr. George Kaplan of Berkeley, California.
Where do you propose I do that? In Marshall Field's window?
You see, they tried to kill me. He won't listen to me.
-What are you talking about? -Leonard found the gun in your luggage.
EVE: Better take your things off.
Nine-ten.
Don't ask me how it happened. Obviously, it happened.
He'll be right up.
Immediately.
Fifteen hundred is bid. Thank you. Seventeen-fifty?
-First stop, the Plaza. Don't throw the flag. -Poor man.
That is precisely what we're intending to find out, Mr. Thornhill.
What's all this got to do with Mount Rushmore?
Of what?
When you realize it’s easier to pull up your shorts leg than to bring it out of your fly So you’re a Big Boy now? -yes
You wouldn't care to carry my bags for me, would you?
We'll see each other again, won't we?
All right, all right.
I know where I'm headed.
Oh, Leonard, have you met our distinguished guest?
...you and I are gonna get together and do a lot of apologizing to each other in private.
-... a driver's license, things like that? -They provide you with such good ones.
Like the two others who went before.
Roger, you said you were going to call a cab.
And now, housebreaking.
Shall I climb up and tell you why?
-Wait a minute. What didn't you tell me? -Why didn't you?
Yes, I think so.
ANNA: Thank you very much, sir. -Be careful.
How about this guy, Charlie? He sent for us.
Mr. Kaplan's untimely shooting has now acquired the authority of the printed word.
LEONARD: All right. -That's about all, Leonard.
...from the auction gallery.
I never felt more alive.
Vandamm?
Save it for the station house.
I sort of had the men's room in mind.
ROGER: You feel you've seen me somewhere before.
Absolutely. No question.
Perhaps you'd be interested in the price, just the same.
Stop.
Car 3901.
He didn't show up.
-Can I hear 1, 100? Selling at $1, 000. -The three of you together.
No, they didn't give me a chaser.
Car theft, drunk driving, assaulting an officer, lying to a judge.
I don't suppose it would matter to you...
[EVE GROANS]
-You little fool. -You just stay away from me.
EVE: You didn't get hurt. I'm so relieved. -Of course I was hurt.
Eventually, the professor and his Washington colleagues approached me...
Yes, please.
No. I assumed Chicago.
Is this the man?
The guests are here, dear.
Oh, no, gentlemen, please. Ladies first. Come along, ladies.
-Do you know anything about this? -Well, now, captain...
Eleven is bid. Thank you. Go 12.
EVE: Olive oil?
What more could you know?
I mean, after all, Your Honor, would I make up such a story?
Will you want me to be changing your bedding, sir?
-You wanted to see Mr. Townsend. -Yes.
Incidentally, I wouldn't order any dessert if I were you.
Over Whitestone on the hour, 6000, descending.
...without asking girls to bed down and fly away with them...
Let go of me.
They know about the shooting. They're going to do away with you!
Now, wait a minute.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
-What? -How do you know I'm Mr. Kaplan?
I'm not being mysterious at all.
Goodbye.
You and your dopey schemes, shootings.
Something wrong with your eyes?
You've already eaten.
I've been playing hide-and-seek ever since the train left New York.
I'm curious, Mr. Kaplan.
Just lie still.
That isn't exactly what I meant.
He's a well-tailored one, isn't he?
All right. I'll start it at 8.
-See you in a few minutes. -Yeah.
-Twenty-two-fifty once, 2250 twice. -Twelve hundred.
Okay.
Three hundred, thank you. Now, the four. Do I hear four? Four hundred, anyone?
I remember when it used to come in bottles.
Laura's Mercedes
One of those new apartments. Wet paint and no telephone yet.
You do that, and I'll look the other way tonight.
Something seems to tell me I've got a better chance if I go to the police.
Two thousand?
MAN: Good evening, sir. One? -Please.
... and you're wanted for murder on every front page in America.
-I'll wait outside. -Thank you.
I'm headed for the Winter Garden Theater in New York, and I think I'd better get going.
Oh, yes, come in.
Name this movie.
Well, they must've cleaned them off.
A little more polished than the others.
ROGER: So is breathing.
That wasn't very sporting, using real bullets?
-You mean in Glen Cove? -Yes.
So, please....