Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Perfectly all right. See?
Outside the door.
Goodbye, Mr. Thornhill, wherever you are.
WOMAN 2: One thousand dollars. MAN 1: One thousand is bid.
-... and more from the Actors Studio. MAN 1: Three-fifty I have.
-Of five to ten years. WOMAN: Just a minute, please.
If you'll give this to one of the attendants in the public lounge, she'll page him.
-We got a little head start here. -Oh, that won't last long.
It may depend on you.
VAN DAM M: It may not be cold enough. EVE: Over the rocks will be all right.
That's your trouble, Maggie, you don't eat properly.
What happened?
I understand.
Hello, Operator. Have you got a George Kaplan staying here?
[GUNFIRE]
[CROWD GROANING]
-Number 106 for your pleasure. -Oh, Mr. Vandamm.
Well, I can't go to the police. At least not yet.
-Right. -That ought to cover it.
Yeah.
-Do you recommend anything? -The brook trout.
I've been married twice.
And I don't particularly like the book I've started.
-Here we are. -Hello.
I don't find this a terribly attractive....
-Well, isn't it? Isn't it? -I have--
How can he get mistaken for George Kaplan when he doesn't even exist?
-That's funny. -What?
You think I'm gonna let you go through with this?
-Mr. Kaplan? -Yes.
I've tried on his clothes. He's got short sleeves and dandruff.
Okay. Right.
-What was it? -Twelve hundred.
-Wait, I'm not finished yet. -Yes, you are. Come on.
Tell me, uh....
-Is that final? -Yes.
He doesn't know to what extent you're the cause of our present trouble.
I don't like it a bit.
WOMAN: Mr. Kaplan? -Yes.
-Why? -Well, I think they said I led too dull a life.
How much did you have in mind?
Well, have you poured any good drunks lately?
We do nothing.
Michigan Avenue. Proceeding north to 42nd precinct.
WOMAN 1: One hundred. MAN 1: One hundred is bid. Thank you.
... and said it would be hanging in your closet. Like you always do.
Train's a little unsteady.
You have the right to notify a physician of....
Oh. Soon as you get back, call my mother.
MAN 1: The photograph has been identified as that of Roger Thornhill...
Yes, you seem.... I don't know. You seem tense.
No, you take your hands off me or I'll sue you.
EVE: Thank you, Phillip.
Do sit down, Mr. Kaplan.
Very well, then.
-Don't touch anything. -Stand back.
Don't go away.
Locked.
Now, look. You started this decoy business without me, you finish it without me.
I could use a drink.
Wait a minute.
I never saw him before.
Robert Games? Must we?
-Credence? -Well, yes, Your Honor.
TOWNSEND: Will you be wanting to get in touch with my husband?
Get back.
Maybe he got locked in the bathroom.
What was that noise?
His mistress. We know all about her.
All right. So he's addressing the General Assembly.
I'm afraid we're already doing that.
She's going off with Vandamm?
... but if you do, your license will be revoked.
I hated you for it.
Butterfield 8-1-0-9-8.
...before I realized it was that same silly gun of yours.
-You rang for me, sir? -Yes. Come in a moment.
I tipped the steward $5 to seat you here if you should come in.
...and your ultimate destination.
What the devil is all this about? Why was I brought here?
I'd like a drink. Will you get me a—? Get me some bourbon?
You all right?
Come on, let's go.
Are you trying to tell me that I'm irresistible?
And thereby wrapped everything up into one very neat and tidy bundle.
The figure they got at the auction is filled with microfilm.
Each piece wrapped in gold paper. She'll like that.
-Wait a minute. Not so soon. -No, I gotta get back and convince them...
HERMAN: Why not? -She's playing bridge at one of her cronies'.
TOWNSEND: George Kaplan?
Roger, wait a minute.
...that I've reassured his wife.
A pint will do.
You're very clever with words.
[SCREAMS]
-Yes, sir. ROGER: Good.