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: [Hanging by their fingers from Mount Rushmore
] What happened with your first two marriages? Roger Thornhill
: My wives divorced me. Eve Kendall
: Why? Roger Thornhill
: They said I led too dull a life.
: I tipped the steward five dollars to seat you here if you should come in. Roger Thornhill
: Is that a proposition? Eve Kendall
: I never discuss love on an empty stomach. Roger Thornhill
: You've already eaten! Eve Kendall
: But you haven't.
: Now you listen to me, I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've got a job, a secretary, a mother, two ex-wives and several bartenders that depend upon me, and I don't intend to disappoint them all by getting myself "slightly" killed.
: And what the devil is all this about? Why was I brought here? Phillip Vandamm
: Games? Must we? Roger Thornhill
: Not that I mind a slight case of abduction now and then, but I have tickets for the theater this evening, to a show I was looking forward to and I get, well, kind of *unreasonable* about things like that. Phillip Vandamm
: With such expert playacting, you make this very room a theater.
: No. No, Mother, I have not been drinking. No. No. These two men, they poured a whole bottle of bourbon into me. No, they didn't give me a chaser.
: When I was a little boy, I wouldn't even let my mother undress me. Eve Kendall
: Well, you're a big boy now.
: In the world of advertising, there's no such thing as a lie. There's only expedient exaggeration.
[Thornhill is wearing sunglasses to hide his identity
] Ticket Seller
: Something wrong with your eyes? Roger Thornhill
: Yes, they're sensitive to questions.
: The moment I meet an attractive woman, I have to start pretending I have no desire to make love to her. Eve Kendall
: What makes you think you have to conceal it? Roger Thornhill
: She might find the idea objectionable. Eve Kendall
: Then again, she might not.
: It's going to be a long night. Roger Thornhill
: True. Eve Kendall
: And I don't particularly like the book I've started. Roger Thornhill
: Ah. Eve Kendall
: You know what I mean? Roger Thornhill
: Ah, let me think. Yes, I know exactly what you mean.
: Roger O. Thornhill. What does the O stand for? Roger Thornhill
: I'm a big girl. Roger Thornhill
: Yeah, and in all the right places, too.
: How do I know you aren't a murderer? Roger Thornhill
: You don't. Eve Kendall
: Maybe you're planning to murder me right here, tonight. Roger Thornhill
: Shall I? Eve Kendall
: Please do.
: I want you to do a favor for me. A big, big favor. Roger Thornhill
: Name it. Eve Kendall
: I want you to leave right now, stay far away from me, and don't come near me again. We're not going to get involved. Last night was last night, and it's all there was, and it's all there is. There isn't going to be anything more between us. So please. Goodbye, good luck, no conversation, just leave.
: What possessed you to come blundering in here like this? Could it be an overpowering interest in art? Roger Thornhill
: Yes, the art of survival. Eve Kendall
: He followed me here from the hotel. Leonard
: He was in your room? Roger Thornhill
: Sure. Isn't everybody?
: What's wrong with men like me? Eve Kendall
: They don't believe in marriage. Roger Thornhill
: I've been married twice. Eve Kendall
: See what I mean?
: I may go back to hating you. It was more fun.
: I don't like the games you play, Professor. The Professor
: War is hell, Mr. Thornhill. Even when it's a cold one. Roger Thornhill
: If you fellows can't lick the VanDamm's of this world without asking girls like her to bed down with them and fly away with them and probably never come back, perhaps you ought to start learning how to lose a few cold wars. The Professor
: I'm afraid we're already doing that.
: How does a girl like you get to be a girl like you? Eve Kendall
: Lucky, I guess.
: I didn't realize you were an art collector. I thought you just collected corpses.
: Mr. Kaplan, you are quite the performer. First you're the outraged Madison Avenue advertising executive who claims that he has been mistaken for someone else. Next, you play the fugitive from justice supposedly trying to clear himself of a crime he knows he didn't commit. And now, you're the jealous lover spurned by love and betrayal. Roger Thornhill
: Apparently the only performance that will satisfy you is when I play dead. Phillip Vandamm
: Your very next role, and you'll be quite convincing, I assure you.
: Now, what can a man do with his clothes off for twenty minutes? Couldn't he have taken an hour? Eve Kendall
: You could always take a cold shower.
: If I thought there was any chance of changing your mind, I'd talk about Miss Kendall, of whom you so obviously disapprove. Roger Thornhill
: Yes, for using sex like some people use a flyswatter.
: You're police, aren't you? Or is it FBI? The Professor
: FBI, CIA, ONI... we're all in the same alphabet soup.
: When we get out of this, you can ride the train with me again. Eve Kendall
: Is that a proposition? Roger Thornhill
: It's a proposal, sweetie!
: I don't like the way Teddy Roosevelt is looking at me.
: Sorry love, I'm sentimental.
: [to Eve
] Who are you kidding? You have no feelings to hurt.
: You've got taste in clothes, taste in food. Roger Thornhill
: [necks Eve
] Hmm, And taste in women. I like your flavor.
: While I'm calling, you can change your clothes. Roger Thornhill
: Where do you propose I do that? In Marshall Fields' window? Eve Kendall
: I sort of had the men's room in mind. Roger Thornhill
: Did you, now? You're the smartest girl I ever spent the night with on a train.
: [Referring to the drinks
] We've gotten a head start here, Mr. Thornhill. Roger Thornhill
: That won't last long.
: How do we know it's not a fake? It looks like a fake. Bidder
: Well, one thing we know. You're no fake. You are a genuine idiot.
: Patience is a virtue. Roger Thornhill
: So is breathing.
: Roger, I think we should go. Roger Thornhill
: Don't be nervous. Clara Thornhill
: I'm not nervous, I'll be late for the bridge club.
: Tell me, why are you so good to me? Eve Kendall
: Shall I climb up and tell you why?
: Seven parking tickets.
: Then, then your name isn't Kaplan? Man at Prairie Crossing
: Can't say it is, 'cause it ain't.
: Well, didn't you hear what I said? I want to be taken to police headquarters. I'm a dangerous assassin, I'm a mad killer on the loose! Sergeant Flamm - Chicago Policeman
: You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Judge Anson B. Flynn
: How long have you known your client? Victor Larrabee
: Seven years, Your Honor. Judge Anson B. Flynn
: Do you know him to be a reasonable man? Victor Larrabee
: Absolutely. Clara Thornhill
: Ha! Roger Thornhill
: Mother. Judge Anson B. Flynn
: And you believe there is some...
[Escaping captivity, Roger Thornhill slips in through the window of a darkened hospital room. Immediately the light is snapped on. A woman patient sits up in the bed, reaching for her glasses
] Hospital Patient
: STOP! Roger Thornhill
] Oh. Excuse me.
[resumes moving towards the door
] Roger Thornhill
: [She has put on her glasses and gets a good look at him
] Hospital Patient
[Thornhill pauses, turns briefly to warn her off with a raised finger, then rushes out the door
: [a drunk Thornhill looks over the side of the car and sees the rear wheel is dangling over the side of a cliff
] I've grown accustomed to my bourbon.
: We'll get them. We'll throw the book at them. Assault and kidnapping. Assault with a gun and a bourbon and a sports car. We'll get them.
: [as the police carry Thornhill out of the Art Auction Room, Roger says to the thug who tried to kill Roger twice before in the picture
] I'm sorry old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
: Handle with care, fellas. I'm valuable property.
: I'm being followed. Can you do something about that? Taxi Driver #2
: Yes I can. Roger Thornhill
: Do it.
: Who are you? Valerian
: Mere errand boys carrying concealed weapons. His is pointed at your heart, so, please, no errors of judgment, I beg of you. Roger Thornhill
: What is this? A joke or something? Licht
: Yes, a joke. We'll laugh in the car.
] it's something about my face. Eve Kendall
: It's a nice face. Roger Thornhill
: You think so? Eve Kendall
: I wouldn't say it if I didn't. Roger Thornhill
: Oh, you're that type. Eve Kendall
: What type? Roger Thornhill
: I don't think I caught your name. The Professor
: I don't think I pitched it.
: Jack Philips, manager for Kingby Electronics. Eve Kendall
: No, you're not, you're Roger Thornhill of Madison Avenue, and you're wanted for murder on every front page in America. Don't be modest.
: Say, do I look heavyish to you?
: I'm beginning to think I'm underpaid.
: Have you been drinking? Roger Thornhill
: Doctor, I have gas.