Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

May I hear 1300?
Let's go where? Who-? Who are you?
MAN 3: We can't sit back calmly and wait to see who kills him first.
Think thin.
Sorry.
TOWNSEND: And I'm afraid he became even worse...
...but the latitude and longitude of your rendezvous...
As soon as the plane leaves, my husband and Mr. Leonard will be back.
It's comforting to know that.
So has your friend Mr. Vandamm.
-What's the matter? -Matter?
That plane's dusting crops where there ain't no crops.
Could you let me have Mr. George Kaplan's room number, please?
-A roomette? -Nothing, not even a ticket.
Please.
-Is Mr. Townsend at home? -No, I'm sorry he's left for the day, sir.
If you can't lick the Vandamms of this world...
I'm beginning to think I'm underpaid.
Four-fifty is bid for the pair. Can I hear 500?
-No, I can't do that. -Please.
ROGER: Now, that's a picture only Charles Addams could draw.
We'll get to that later.
See?
She might find the idea objectionable.
Oh. Well, did he leave word when he'd be back?
-When I shot you with the blanks. -Oh, that. No.
Let me look at you. Oh, a little pink-eyed, but aren't we all?
Well, that's his problem.
Oh, come, come, come. I made him a happy man.
I don't always borrow a car... But when I do I borrow. Laura's Mercedes
Good evening.
To set his mind at ease about George Kaplan.
I mean, we've hardly met.
-What's your name? -Roger Thornhill.
What about that treacherous little tramp with him?
Call it my woman's intuition if you will, but I've never trusted neatness.
... and not have to go off in separate directions.
-I don't want a cell. I want a policeman. -The car was just reported stolen.
Yes, ma'am. I've been looking all over for it.
[SHOWER RUNNING]
Let me see something.
Why don't you call him back again and see what happened?
Isn't there?
My recommendation is still the same.
-This way, Mr. Thornhill. -Wait a minute.
Original gilt finish. Upholstered in pure silk damask.
What time? I'll meet you. What's the address?
I don't deduce, I observe.
-I know. I look vaguely familiar. -Yes.
Mr. Thornhill was picked up last night driving under the influence of alcohol...
-I don't see why you want me along. -You lend a certain air of respectability.
We're not talking about my skin. We're talking about yours.
Now, what could a man do with his clothes off for 20 minutes?
Yes. The art of survival.
Oh....
JUNKET: Belonging to Mrs. Babson of Twining Road.
-Did you call me Kaplan? -I know you're a man of many names...
Three-seventy-five, go four? Four hundred is bid.
Here, hold that, dear.
-Right through there, sir. -Yeah, thanks.
I mean it.
We think it's his jumping-off point to leave the country tomorrow night.
Drunk and disorderly? That's chicken feed. You've hit the jackpot.
-Only one bed. -Yes.
MAGGIE: I didn't put a coat on. -Use your blood sugar, child. Come on.
Poor Tom lost his Mercedes Maybe Laura took it
Twelve-fifty I have. Now, 1500.
-... where were we? -Here.
We should stop.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
ROGER: Oh, you're that type. -What type?
I told my secretary to call Mother. I realized she won't be able to reach her.
I'm looking for the can opener I stole from the porter.
-Mr. George Kaplan? ROGER: Boy.
If we make the slightest move to suggest there is no such agent as George Kaplan...
[CROWD LAUGHING]
-Seven-ten? Are you sure? -Yes. He left a forwarding address.
I did treat you miserably.
-All right, let's just go inside. -I don't wanna go inside.
Well, Vandamm has a place near there.
Well, bourbon. See, these two fellas, they-
-Waiting for the bus. Due any minute. -Oh.
How much may I say to start? What am I bid?
Yes.
Rapid City, South Dakota.
Simply, I'd like you to tell me how much you know of our arrangements...
Thought I'd never make it. Getting too old for this kind of work.
[POLICE SIREN WAILING]
-This isn't Mr. Townsend. -Yes, it is.
Nine hundred is bid. Now, who'll say 1, 000?
You paged me?
ROGER: Either hurry up or get me a snorkel.
I'll bet you paid plenty for this little piece of sculpture.
Nothing.
B, she gave herself a new and urgent reason to be taken to the other side with you...
Assault with a gun, and a bourbon, and a sports car. We'll get them.
VANDAMM: Well, Leonard...
Can I help it if you're never around, Mr. Kaplan?