Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You sent that one last time. -I did?
WOMAN: Just a minute, sir. I'll see. -Well, hurry, please.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
To a show I was looking forward to. And I get unreasonable about things like that.
We might have happened to leave at the same time, but not together.
Turn her over to me, I'll see there's enough pinned on her to keep her...
Mr. Doisky I presume? Right this way, Sir
The truth? I've heard nothing but innuendoes.
They spilled bourbon all over it. I'll show you the stains.
Just this time you're supposed to be critically wounded.
-I'm not gonna let you do this. Get out. -Please don't spoil everything. Please.
You ought to give me a medal instead of asking me to be a target...
I think we made it.
Maybe he has his suits mended by invisible weavers.
Finally, he told us he had to go home to sleep it off.
I mean, apologize.
LEONARD: Sometimes the truth does taste like worms.
-Excuse me. LESTER: Yes?
... train travel versus plane travel, that sort of thing.
Tomorrow morning, he says.
-Of course not. -Could I?
August the 29th, George Kaplan of Boston registered at the Whittier in Detroit.
Ah....
Basis in fact? If I were brought in dead, you still wouldn't believe-
She'll think she's eating money.
Laura's Mercedes
[DOOR BUZZES]
Kendall.
OFFICER: —will you let us know?
Come on. Come up here.
I've forgotten the number. Would you mind?
Here they are.
You know, I left some friends back there in the Oak Bar.
For the next couple of days?
You better make it your lawyer.
... and assassination.
And I- I used some pretty harsh words. I'm sorry.
ROGER: There you are, dear. Park yourself there.
Dinner at 21, 7: 00.
That you let the hotel valet do something with this suit first.
First, you're the outraged Madison Avenue man...
Do you intend to cooperate with us? I'd like a simple yes or no.
-Care to do me a favor in return? -Anything.
-Where are we going? -Airport.
I wonder if I look like Kaplan.
-So? -Well, you wouldn't happen...
[EVE SCREAMS]
It's a nice face.
Mrs. Townsend, does the name George Kaplan mean anything to you?
-Oh, this is r- Where are we? -Four sixty-three.
MAN 1: Check. -Nobody's denying that!
No car. Mr. Kaplan said bus. He wants to be sure you're alone.
This way.
ANNA: I'll wait, sir. I certainly will. Safe journey.
EVE: What do we do? ROGER: Climb down.
And taste in women. I like your flavor.
-She's in 463. -Oh, yes, that's right. Thanks.
Am I to be dropped into a vat of molten steel...
-Because you're not honest with them? ROGER: Exactly.
... and become part of a new skyscraper?
-How are we doing? -Oh, I may collapse at any moment.
Thanks for the lift, fellas.
-What's the matter? You've got the fidgets. -I just did something stupid.
He's trying to tell me not to go through with this harebrained scheme.
Ceiling and possibilities unlimited.
I have 375, go the 400.
Roger. Pay the two dollars.
Sold.
Good night.
-Up. -I can't make it.
Mother, this is your son, Roger Thornhill.
Eight hundred. Thank you. Nine hundred?
The answer is no.
Where are we going? New York or Washington?
Yes, fast.
I'd invite you to my bedroom if I had a bedroom.
MAN 1: Now the seven. Seven hundred? -Seven hundred.
You're not taking her on that plane with you?
By the way, I found this on the floor. Does it belong to you?
And that's the first time you laid eyes on me?
Twenty-two-fifty once.
See what I mean?
That's the reason you had this one hustle me on the train.
[GUNSHOT]
...stated that he heard voices raised in-
...let's go back to New York on the train together.
So I doubt if I'll seeing anybody else tonight.
-No. -I didn't think so.
-Sold for 2250. And now- -Twenty-two-fifty for that chromo?
Is that a proposition?
It's getting late. I have guests.
Come on. We'll discuss it on the plane.
Couldn't we stand like this for just a few hours?
That's a good omen, don't you think?
-Come along, Eve. EVE: All right.
MAN 1: Don't lose it for $25. Thank you. Three-seventy-five is bid.
Not at all. I knew the police would release you, Mr. Kaplan.
Could it be an overpowering interest in art?
He has told you, hasn't he?
Some of them crop-duster pilots get rich, if they live long enough.
Thank you.
Is that the only reason?
-Yes, a joke. We will laugh in the car. -Come.
Yes.
-Tell him I'm here. -The dinner guests are expected.
[DOOR CLOSES]
-Do you know what that means? -Mm-hm.
You drink it. I've had enough stimulation for one day.
...my relationship with him made me uniquely valuable to them.
Please don't undermine my resolve just when I need it most.