Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What's your name? -Elsie, sir.
I ought to know more about you.
LEONARD: One of my most valuable attributes as it now turns out.
I don’t like the way Teddy Roosevelt is looking at me
MAN: We met only last night, and still you do not recognize my voice.
My blessings on you both.
LESTER: Give Mr. Kaplan a drink, Leonard.
Oh, yes. Send her a box of candy from Blum's, $10. You know the kind.
VANDAMM: You always were a spoilsport, weren't you?
Is that a proposition?
ROGER: I'm not Kaplan. -I do wish you'd reconsider.
I found it in her luggage.
Where did he go?
-The meeting with Kaplan? -Uh-huh.
Tell me, why are you so good to me?
...that our little treasure here has a bellyful of microfilm?
[GRUNTS]
-You think so? -I wouldn't say it if I didn't.
Bigelow at 10: 30 is your first tomorrow, the Skin Glow rehearsal at noon...
-About the plane, you mean? -Of course.
I'm an industrial designer.
About Mr. Thornhill.
[GASPS]
Wait a minute, I'll find out.
There's still too much we don't know about his organization.
Please start the bidding.
-Better that way. -Yeah, much.
Eleven once. Who'll say 12?
Put on that innocent look you do so well and go to the desk and get the key to 796.
I'll have had two martinis at the Oak Bar, so she needn't bother to sniff my breath.
A message from the lady in 3901.
Thank you, sir.
Like our friends, I too believe in neatness, Leonard.
She's going off with Vandamm tonight on the plane.
-Mr. Thornycroft? -Thornhill.
My wife has been dead for many years.
But first, a libation.
-We're back to that one, are we? -Hello? Operator?
I'm a big girl.
...and never come back...
He's at Window 15, upper level. Hurry.
Tell me, what's Vandamm up to?
I told you, I'm not Kaplan, whoever he is.
WOMAN: That call was made from the lobby, sir.
What possessed you to come blundering in here like this?
Airport? I don't wanna be taken to an airport.
-Who are you? -State police.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Townsend, you're making a serious mistake.
I never had a moment to thank you properly.
-What are you talking about? -Let's go.
-I have 1750. MAN 3: Two thousand dollars.
I don't deduce, I observe.
That's right. Are we neighbors?
-Hot day. -Seen worse.
ROGER: Uh, give me a bedroom on the 20th Century, please.
#Laura's Mercedes
I never discuss love on an empty stomach.
... while I located him for you and brought him to you?
Nevertheless, we are pleased to find you in.
Oh, yes.
PROFESSOR: Mr. Thornhill?
Yes, sir. Right this way.
[DOOR UNLOCKING]
Kaplan, who was removed to the Rapid City Hospital in critical condition...
It seems you fellows could stand less training from the FBI...
Good luck. No conversation. Just leave.
I haven't made my mind up yet.
Here's your man, doctor.
ROGER: How disgusting.
Take the Greyhound bus that leaves Chicago...
Our non-existent decoy, George Kaplan, created to divert suspicion...
Does anyone mind if I sit down? I've been running all day.
LESTER: Look after them. I'll be with you in a few minutes.
Are you supposed to be meeting someone here?
-Next? -Gretchen Sabinson.
Could you send it for me if I write it out for you?
LEONARD: There isn't time.
VAN DAM M: About ten minutes, huh? LEONARD: At the most.
CONDUCTOR: All aboard!
[CROWD LAUGHING]
I mean, uh, couldn't we stop off at a drugstore for a moment...
... and how you've come by this information.
-Pull harder. -Come along, Mrs. Thornhill.
[CROWD SHOUTING]
Sit down.
[SCREAMING]
Well, whose side are you on?