Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[GRUNTS]
Our non-existent decoy, George Kaplan, created to divert suspicion...
She's going off with Vandamm tonight on the plane.
WOMAN: That call was made from the lobby, sir.
-What are you talking about? -Let's go.
I don’t like the way Teddy Roosevelt is looking at me
Tell me, why are you so good to me?
...that our little treasure here has a bellyful of microfilm?
... while I located him for you and brought him to you?
Nevertheless, we are pleased to find you in.
I never discuss love on an empty stomach.
I haven't made my mind up yet.
I told you, I'm not Kaplan, whoever he is.
ROGER: Uh, give me a bedroom on the 20th Century, please.
-Pull harder. -Come along, Mrs. Thornhill.
PROFESSOR: Mr. Thornhill?
Eleven once. Who'll say 12?
-Better that way. -Yeah, much.
-The meeting with Kaplan? -Uh-huh.
... and how you've come by this information.
That's right. Are we neighbors?
I don't deduce, I observe.
Townsend, you're making a serious mistake.
-Who are you? -State police.
LEONARD: One of my most valuable attributes as it now turns out.
Airport? I don't wanna be taken to an airport.
-What's your name? -Elsie, sir.
I mean, uh, couldn't we stop off at a drugstore for a moment...
Come on. Come on. Come on.
ROGER: How disgusting.
Oh, yes. Send her a box of candy from Blum's, $10. You know the kind.
MAN: We met only last night, and still you do not recognize my voice.
There's still too much we don't know about his organization.
Is that a proposition?
Good luck. No conversation. Just leave.
Thank you, sir.
Sit down.
I never had a moment to thank you properly.
Tell me, what's Vandamm up to?
My blessings on you both.
Here's your man, doctor.
I'm a big girl.
Oh, yes.
He's at Window 15, upper level. Hurry.
Kaplan, who was removed to the Rapid City Hospital in critical condition...
Could you send it for me if I write it out for you?
-About the plane, you mean? -Of course.
Well, whose side are you on?
I'll have had two martinis at the Oak Bar, so she needn't bother to sniff my breath.
LESTER: Give Mr. Kaplan a drink, Leonard.
VAN DAM M: About ten minutes, huh? LEONARD: At the most.
-You think so? -I wouldn't say it if I didn't.
Yes, sir. Right this way.
CONDUCTOR: All aboard!
What possessed you to come blundering in here like this?
I'm an industrial designer.
Bigelow at 10: 30 is your first tomorrow, the Skin Glow rehearsal at noon...
[SCREAMING]
But first, a libation.
I ought to know more about you.
LESTER: Look after them. I'll be with you in a few minutes.
[DOOR UNLOCKING]
A message from the lady in 3901.
...and never come back...
[CROWD SHOUTING]
Does anyone mind if I sit down? I've been running all day.
Take the Greyhound bus that leaves Chicago...
-Hot day. -Seen worse.
[CROWD LAUGHING]
-Next? -Gretchen Sabinson.
About Mr. Thornhill.
Like our friends, I too believe in neatness, Leonard.
-Mr. Thornycroft? -Thornhill.
LEONARD: There isn't time.
-I have 1750. MAN 3: Two thousand dollars.
[GASPS]
It seems you fellows could stand less training from the FBI...
VANDAMM: You always were a spoilsport, weren't you?
I found it in her luggage.
#Laura's Mercedes
Put on that innocent look you do so well and go to the desk and get the key to 796.
Wait a minute, I'll find out.
Please start the bidding.
ROGER: I'm not Kaplan. -I do wish you'd reconsider.
My wife has been dead for many years.
Are you supposed to be meeting someone here?
-We're back to that one, are we? -Hello? Operator?
Where did he go?