Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don’t like the way Teddy Roosevelt is looking at me
-Would the gentleman please cooperate? -The last bid was 1200.
EVE: Thank you for everything. ANNA: Be careful, now.
Oh, luck had nothing to do with it.
Kaplan, we've had just about enough of you.
Mm-hm. You want to see him right away. Terribly urgent. Matter of life and death.
-Your secretary? -No. My mother.
-Goodbye, then. -Goodbye.
VANDAMM: They'll turn up.
-...if only in spirit. EVE: I shall, Leonard.
Ring it, will you please?
Inside of an hour, she'll be gone.
You mean 1300, sir.
After dinner. Fair is fair.
Yes, please. A Gibson. Right away, sir.
Mm-hm.
-I see you've got the pumpkin. -Yes.
Whoops.
Then we could always stay close to each other...
We, uh....
EVE: Thank you, porter.
-Here. Thanks. -Thank you.
-Really? -In two days...
-This is Mr. Townsend. -How do you do, Mr. Kaplan?
...how does one say goodbye to one's right arm?
ROGER: I don't like the way Teddy Roosevelt is looking at me.
... the 20th Century Limited...
ROGER: Huh? -Trousers, please.
... a Manhattan advertising executive, indicating that the name of George Kaplan...
And there’s more
Let me hear from you, Sam. Uh, happy thoughts, et cetera.
Yes.
I have 1200. Go 13. Who'll say 13?
It means you're going to sleep on the floor.
Put a note on my desk in the morning: Think thin
I forgot, what time did I give you that suit?
Don't be ridiculous. I wouldn't do such a thing.
That's the one.
A large, red-brick house with a curved, tree-lined driveway?
The steward said you left the dining car together.
I'm all for that.
Men like you.
The porter.
And you do have problems.
... due to leave at 6 p. m. for Chicago...
Oh.
-One thousand is bid. Go 12? -Eleven.
Then again, she might not.
All right, all right.
VANDAMM: To you, my dear, and all the lovely moments we've had together.
It's a proposal, sweetie.
Of course I am.
...to get into the spirit of the proceedings.
I want the girl to get what's coming to her.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
I do wish you'd walk faster, Mr. Thornhill. We'll miss the plane.
Hmm?
You couldn't ask for a better night than this.
Stay away from me. Let go.
Kaplan. George Kaplan.
You may refuse to permit a blood test to be made...
-You made the Chicago papers too. -Oh, yes.
Let me think.
If there was a chance of changing your mind I'd talk about Miss Kendall.
[CROWD SCREAMING]
-Miss Kendall? -Yeah.
Tell me. What do you do besides lure men to their doom on the 20th Century Limited?
Mr. Bernardi of the Swiss Observers Office.
Leonard!
Come back! Hey!
How do I know you aren't a murderer?
Sergeant Emile....
With such expert play-acting, you make this very room a theater.
But I'm afraid just as obvious.
... from our actual agent, has fortuitously become a live decoy.
Sergeant, I want this turned over to the county detectives for investigation.
No, not yet. I'm not ready.
-Rapid City? What for? -It's near Mount Rushmore.
Roger O. Thornhill. What does the O stand for?
No. No, these two men, they poured a whole bottle of bourbon into me.
Will you page Mr. Lester Townsend, please?
-I'm not gonna let you get away with that. -You'd better leave, sir.
I have a very sick woman here. You don't mind, do you?
Hurry, darling. It's almost time to leave.
Oh, you, huh? You're George Kaplan, aren't you?
[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
MAN: Attention, please.
Don't be sarcastic, Roger.
-Three thousand. MAN 1: Sold for 1200.
...has been tentatively identified as an employee of the federal government.
He checked out at 7: 10 this morning.
No. You called down on the phone and described the suit to me...
Considering it's not really your kind of work.
In the meantime, the county detectives will determine if his story has any basis in fact.
I should feel offended.
Number 110 in the catalog.
FBI, CIA, ONI.
Goodbye, darling.
Emile?
...perhaps you ought to learn how to lose a few cold wars.
The unsuspecting Mr. Townsend winds up with a stray knife in his back.
I don't know. He took my clothes, and went that way.
A, she removed any doubts you may have had about her, uh....
What's wrong with men like me?
Not yet. First we have to run the gauntlet. Look.
Mother, do me a favor, will you?
-Mm-hm. Right. -No explanations.