Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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