Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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