Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ROGER: I think I'll take that cold shower after all.
Fine. I'll rent a car.
-Oh, no. -I know you didn't mean it...
LEONARD: The gun she shot Kaplan with.
... the 20th Century Limited...
I get the message.
This lovely Aubusson settee.
-Make it 2500. MAN 4: Ask him to leave.
Is that his name? Thornhill?
We've got a man here who answers to the description of Thornhill, Roger.
Oh, I see.
You've got taste in clothes, taste in food....
... then lunch with Falcon and his wife.
And, uh, then your name isn't Kaplan?
One thing we know: You're not fake. You are a genuine idiot
...over water.
Meaning, from now on, I'm not going to let you out of my sight, sweetheart.
This is not going to lead to a very happy conclusion, Mr. Kaplan.
No luggage.
Vandamm and company or the police.
It was a dull party. You didn't miss a thing.
... there is some credence to this story?
Seven-ten?
-How much would you say you drank? -What did you say?
Well, that's nice.
We went to such lengths to make her a fugitive from justice.
Absolutely not.
Sold. Twelve hundred dollars. Thank you.
They've just freshened it up a bit with blank cartridges.
And bourbon.
...uncomfortable for the rest of her life.
...just so your special agent or whatever doesn't get shot at.
Why do you think I sent for you?
... so that I could explain I'm being, uh, kidnapped?
Believe me, Mr. Thornhill, he doesn't exist.
Wouldn't I?
-Right, Your Honor. JUDGE: Counselor...
I don't know. I'll ask him. She wants to know who says.
VANDAMM: Good evening, Mr. Kaplan.
-Say, do I look heavyish to you? -What?
Now ready on track number six.
What about Mrs. Townsend?
For the simple reason I simply don't know what you're talking about.
Sold to Mr. Stone, second row. Four hundred and fifty dollars.
MAN: Of course not. You answer his telephone, you live in his hotel room...
No, thank you. I've seen Mount Rushmore.
Good heavens, no.
Good night, sweetheart. Don't think it wasn't nice.
-You don't want me to take you up there? -No, thanks. Never mind.
-our friend Vandamm wouldn't be losing faith in her loyalty now.
I have 1200 once, 1200 twice.
Hmm.
Mm-hm.
-Uh-huh. -A Mrs. Babson up on Twining Road.
LEONARD: I know how terribly fond you are of Miss Kendall....
-Ticket? -I'm just seeing some friends off.
Thirty-nine-oh-one.
To protect herself from what?
Twelve is bid. I have 12. Go 13. Who'll say 13?
Well, then how come I got a message from him at 9-?
How quickly can you get a suit sponged and pressed?
Have you got your watch set for Central time?
... Mr. Kaplan?
Nine-ten? Well, he may have left his hotel room by now.
-I made him feel like a good Samaritan. -He knew you were lying.
... to have an extra pair of pajamas, would you?
You're hotel-breaking. There's a difference.
Say the 300? I have 300. Four hundred by the little lady.
...to come to a business arrangement.
Mother, I gotta go now.
Well, then what are we going there for?
Not what I expected. A little taller.
Too late.
-I'm valuable property. -In.
Still breathing?
-Good. Because honest women frighten me. WOMAN: Why?
-Stop calling me Roger. -Has he gotten into trouble?
They said right here.
Sure. Sure.
Now, listen to me, Mother, I beg you. I called the Plaza.
-How much would you say that you drank? -About this much.
What?
Just wait beside the road. He'll be there at 3: 30.
Maybe it was the first time anyone ever asked me to do anything worthwhile.
A rather formidable kind of gentleman, eh?
ROGER: Then, why don't you send for the police?
Funny how I have that effect on people. It's something about my face.
Glen Cove Police Station.
EVE: Good night.
What? Tell me.
No, dear, the train. It's safer.