Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-We got a little head start here. -Oh, that won't last long.
Oh. Soon as you get back, call my mother.
I don't find this a terribly attractive....
Well, I can't go to the police. At least not yet.
Goodbye, Mr. Thornhill, wherever you are.
-Well, isn't it? Isn't it? -I have--
Very well, then.
Now, look. You started this decoy business without me, you finish it without me.
-Wait, I'm not finished yet. -Yes, you are. Come on.
Locked.
I hated you for it.
Roger, wait a minute.
It may depend on you.
I've been married twice.
-Don't touch anything. -Stand back.
Robert Games? Must we?
-Why? -Well, I think they said I led too dull a life.
-Mr. Kaplan? -Yes.
...that I've reassured his wife.
I'd like a drink. Will you get me a—? Get me some bourbon?
[SCREAMS]
...before I realized it was that same silly gun of yours.
-Here we are. -Hello.
You all right?
WOMAN: Mr. Kaplan? -Yes.
[GUNFIRE]
I could use a drink.
Hello, Operator. Have you got a George Kaplan staying here?
Tell me, uh....
Yes, you seem.... I don't know. You seem tense.
-Number 106 for your pleasure. -Oh, Mr. Vandamm.
-Of five to ten years. WOMAN: Just a minute, please.
-Yes, sir. ROGER: Good.
And thereby wrapped everything up into one very neat and tidy bundle.
-Right. -That ought to cover it.
Butterfield 8-1-0-9-8.
What happened?
Come on, let's go.
He doesn't know to what extent you're the cause of our present trouble.
Each piece wrapped in gold paper. She'll like that.
His mistress. We know all about her.
-Do you recommend anything? -The brook trout.
-Wait a minute. Not so soon. -No, I gotta get back and convince them...
WOMAN 2: One thousand dollars. MAN 1: One thousand is bid.
Are you trying to tell me that I'm irresistible?
A pint will do.
No, you take your hands off me or I'll sue you.
... but if you do, your license will be revoked.
The figure they got at the auction is filled with microfilm.
Don't go away.
-... and more from the Actors Studio. MAN 1: Three-fifty I have.
... and said it would be hanging in your closet. Like you always do.
I never saw him before.
Well, have you poured any good drunks lately?
-You rang for me, sir? -Yes. Come in a moment.
-Is that final? -Yes.
How can he get mistaken for George Kaplan when he doesn't even exist?
What was that noise?
If you'll give this to one of the attendants in the public lounge, she'll page him.
Michigan Avenue. Proceeding north to 42nd precinct.
HERMAN: Why not? -She's playing bridge at one of her cronies'.
TOWNSEND: George Kaplan?
And I don't particularly like the book I've started.
All right. So he's addressing the General Assembly.
-That's funny. -What?
I've tried on his clothes. He's got short sleeves and dandruff.
-Credence? -Well, yes, Your Honor.
[CROWD GROANING]
That's your trouble, Maggie, you don't eat properly.
She's going off with Vandamm?
You're very clever with words.
I don't like it a bit.
Okay. Right.
Yeah.
VAN DAM M: It may not be cold enough. EVE: Over the rocks will be all right.
We do nothing.
Wait a minute.
I understand.
I tipped the steward $5 to seat you here if you should come in.
You have the right to notify a physician of....
What the devil is all this about? Why was I brought here?
I'm afraid we're already doing that.
WOMAN 1: One hundred. MAN 1: One hundred is bid. Thank you.
EVE: Thank you, Phillip.
Train's a little unsteady.
Perfectly all right. See?
MAN 1: The photograph has been identified as that of Roger Thornhill...
TOWNSEND: Will you be wanting to get in touch with my husband?
Get back.
Outside the door.
How much did you have in mind?
-What was it? -Twelve hundred.
Maybe he got locked in the bathroom.
You think I'm gonna let you go through with this?
Do sit down, Mr. Kaplan.
...and your ultimate destination.