Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[TIRES SQUEALING]

WOMAN: Mr. Mauney, Delegation of Pakistan. Please call the public lounge.

-Oh, no. -I do have plans of my own, you know?

-Good evening. ROGER: Good evening.

But you haven't.

... for our own private amusement.

I've gotta pick up my bags now.

Now you play the peevish lover, stung by jealousy and betrayal.

-Which one of these has my suit in it? -The small one underneath your right arm.

... I'm a car thief, a drunk driver, and I murdered a man for revenge.

What were you drinking?

You know, when I was a little boy, I wouldn't even let my mother undress me.

All in the line of duty.

-A big, big favor. -Name it.

You think perhaps he got off when you got on?

So horribly sad. How is it I feel like laughing?

... at the Plaza Hotel in New York as Mr. George Kaplan of Detroit.

Don't misunderstand, I don't expect you to fall in with this suggestion...

Four hundred is bid. Say the five? I have 400. I have 400.

It's much safer now, thanks to you, my darling decoy.

How do we know it's not a fake? It looks like a fake.

I'm trying to remind you it is your responsibility to help us restore her...

Well, because there's no place to hide on a plane if anyone should recognize me.

EVE: Thank you.

Roger, pay the two dollars

You gentlemen aren't really trying to kill my son, are you?

... had tried to kill him the night before.

MAN [ON PA]: New York Central Railroad, train number 25...

DRIVER: Where to? -I don't know. Just keep going.

... but I have tickets for the theater this evening.

-Mother. JUDGE: And do you believe...

What is this, a joke or something?

All right, Elsie, thanks.

Aren't we being just a wee bit callous?

Thanks to you, clouds of suspicion are already forming.

Yes. Well, but not right now.

Isn't that the damnedest thing?

Well, what are you going to do next?

Worst of all, with a man he thinks is a government agent.

I may go back to hating you. It was more fun.

Ah, in the world of advertising, there's no such thing as a lie.

So that Vandamm couldn't very well decline to take her along.

ROGER: Have you got any olive oil?

-It's become necessary. -Oh, I see.

Fair warning and last call.

-Elsie, do you know who I am? -You're- You're Mr. Kaplan.

[CLEARS THROAT]

You seem to be trying to fill mine with rotten apples.

MAN [ON RADIO]: -Mr. Kaplan twice in full view of horrified men, women and children...

-Oh, I- -Now, Mr. Kaplan, what's this all about?

ANNA: We will, sir, and God bless you.

You lied to me. You said that after tonight-

It couldn't have been anything.

Yes, I know who you are, and I'm not Mr. Kaplan.

You know, I've been thinking, it's not safe for you...

I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've got a job, a secretary, a mother...

Sergeant Emile Klinger.

She's one of our agents.

A week later, you registered at the Benjamin Franklin Hotel...

-Are you gonna stop him? -No.

That call. Was that an outside call or did it come from the lobby?

-I haven't had the pleasure. -You disappoint me, sir.

Sell people things they don't need...

You see, Mr. Thornhill, she....

Are you all right?

-Ten dollars? -Not for all the money in the world.

It would please me if you would think of me as being along on this journey...

And don't be so modest.

There's something I might tell them.

No, I mean it, and I'm very touched. Very-

Thirteen dollars.

... as Mr. George Kaplan of Pittsburgh.

-We're all in the same alphabet soup. -Really?

There's the phone.

I want this man examined for driving while intoxicated.

-Really? -Yeah.

Don't worry about me, fellas. I'll take the bus.

Where's her husband? He's the one you should be questioning.

Such a nice number.

A possible motive for the slaying was suggested by the discovery...

That doesn't seem quite fair, does it?

Would somebody start the bidding at $750, please?