Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Would the gentleman please cooperate? -The last bid was 1200.
You couldn't ask for a better night than this.
Mm-hm.
Don't be sarcastic, Roger.
I have a very sick woman here. You don't mind, do you?
The steward said you left the dining car together.
EVE: Thank you for everything. ANNA: Be careful, now.
...perhaps you ought to learn how to lose a few cold wars.
-Rapid City? What for? -It's near Mount Rushmore.
Hurry, darling. It's almost time to leave.
Men like you.
Emile?
Let me hear from you, Sam. Uh, happy thoughts, et cetera.
I'm all for that.
It's a proposal, sweetie.
FBI, CIA, ONI.
Oh, luck had nothing to do with it.
... the 20th Century Limited...
-Here. Thanks. -Thank you.
No, not yet. I'm not ready.
Kaplan, we've had just about enough of you.
-This is Mr. Townsend. -How do you do, Mr. Kaplan?
Kaplan. George Kaplan.
Put a note on my desk in the morning: Think thin
But I'm afraid just as obvious.
How do I know you aren't a murderer?
Number 110 in the catalog.
Hmm?
-Mm-hm. Right. -No explanations.
-One thousand is bid. Go 12? -Eleven.
Tell me. What do you do besides lure men to their doom on the 20th Century Limited?
MAN: Attention, please.
It means you're going to sleep on the floor.
No. You called down on the phone and described the suit to me...
[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
Yes, please. A Gibson. Right away, sir.
I should feel offended.
... due to leave at 6 p. m. for Chicago...
I don’t like the way Teddy Roosevelt is looking at me
-You made the Chicago papers too. -Oh, yes.
No. No, these two men, they poured a whole bottle of bourbon into me.
Oh, you, huh? You're George Kaplan, aren't you?
...how does one say goodbye to one's right arm?
All right, all right.
[CROWD SCREAMING]
That's the one.
Not yet. First we have to run the gauntlet. Look.
...has been tentatively identified as an employee of the federal government.
Roger O. Thornhill. What does the O stand for?
Goodbye, darling.
Will you page Mr. Lester Townsend, please?
-...if only in spirit. EVE: I shall, Leonard.
Oh.
Ring it, will you please?
VANDAMM: They'll turn up.
Considering it's not really your kind of work.
-Three thousand. MAN 1: Sold for 1200.
A large, red-brick house with a curved, tree-lined driveway?
I want the girl to get what's coming to her.
Sergeant, I want this turned over to the county detectives for investigation.
Don't be ridiculous. I wouldn't do such a thing.
Mm-hm. You want to see him right away. Terribly urgent. Matter of life and death.
-I'm not gonna let you get away with that. -You'd better leave, sir.
And you do have problems.
You mean 1300, sir.
Stay away from me. Let go.
...to get into the spirit of the proceedings.
You may refuse to permit a blood test to be made...
-Your secretary? -No. My mother.
EVE: Thank you, porter.
We, uh....
I don't know. He took my clothes, and went that way.
Whoops.
ROGER: Huh? -Trousers, please.
... a Manhattan advertising executive, indicating that the name of George Kaplan...
... from our actual agent, has fortuitously become a live decoy.
VANDAMM: To you, my dear, and all the lovely moments we've had together.
Come back! Hey!
-Miss Kendall? -Yeah.
-Goodbye, then. -Goodbye.
-Really? -In two days...
ROGER: I don't like the way Teddy Roosevelt is looking at me.
I have 1200. Go 13. Who'll say 13?
A, she removed any doubts you may have had about her, uh....
Then we could always stay close to each other...
What's wrong with men like me?
Leonard!
Of course I am.
Then again, she might not.
He checked out at 7: 10 this morning.
The porter.
Yes.
I do wish you'd walk faster, Mr. Thornhill. We'll miss the plane.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
Inside of an hour, she'll be gone.
With such expert play-acting, you make this very room a theater.
In the meantime, the county detectives will determine if his story has any basis in fact.
Sergeant Emile....
The unsuspecting Mr. Townsend winds up with a stray knife in his back.
After dinner. Fair is fair.
I forgot, what time did I give you that suit?
Mother, do me a favor, will you?
And there’s more
-I see you've got the pumpkin. -Yes.
Mr. Bernardi of the Swiss Observers Office.
Let me think.
If there was a chance of changing your mind I'd talk about Miss Kendall.