Oh well, put 'Something for your sweet tooth, baby, and all your other sweet parts.'
Most-quoted character in North by Northwest (1959): in 26 of its 34 quotes
Most scenes with: Eve (9), The Professor (3), Clara Thornhill (2)
Ah, Maggie, in the world of advertising, there's no such thing as a lie. There's only the expedient exaggeration. You ought to know that.
More lines from Roger Thornhill
8 quotesMother, this is your son, Roger Thornhill...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.
The train, it's safer...Well, because there's no place to hide on a plane if anyone should recognize me...oh, you want me to jump off a moving plane?
You're the smartest girl I ever spent the night with on the train.
I didn't realize you were an art collector. I thought you just collected corpses...I'll bet you paid plenty for this little piece of sculpture...She's worth every dollar of it, take it from me. She puts her heart into her work. In fact, her whole body.
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.
I want the girl to get what's coming to her. You turn her over to me and I'll see there's enough pinned on her to keep her uncomfortable for the rest of her life. You do that and I'll look the other way tonight.
I don't like the way Teddy Roosevelt is looking at me.
Scenes with Roger Thornhill
17 scenesAnd what the devil is all this about? Why was I brought here?
Games, must we?
Not that I mind a slight case of abduction now and then, but I have tickets for the theatre this evening, to a show I was looking forward to and I get, well, kind of unreasonable about things like that.
With such expert play-acting, you make this very room a theatre. My secretary is a great admirer of your methods, Mr. Kaplan. Elusiveness, however misguided ...
My name is Thornhill, Roger Thornhill! It's never been anything else ... So obviously, your friends picked up the wrong package when they bundled me out here in the car.
I don't see why you want me along.
Well, you lend a certain air of respectability.
Don't be sarcastic, Roger.
Roger, I think we should go.
Don't be nervous.
I'm not nervous. I'll be late for the bridge club.
Good, you'll lose less than usual.
Something wrong with your eyes?
Yes, they're sensitive to questions.
I tipped the steward five dollars to seat you here if you should come in.
Is that a proposition?
I never discuss love on an empty stomach.
You've already eaten!
But you haven't.
...
Oh, you're that type.
What type?
Honest.
Not really.
Good, because honest women frighten me.
Why?
I don't know. Somehow they seem to put me at a disadvantage.
Because you're not honest with them?
Exactly.
...
The moment I meet an attractive woman, I have to start pretending I have no desire to make love to her.
What makes you think you have to conceal it?
She might find the idea objectionable.
Then again, she might not.
...
I'm Eve Kendall. I'm twenty-six and unmarried. Now you know everything.
Tell me. What do you do besides lure men to their doom on the Twentieth Century Limited?
I'm an industrial designer.
Jack Phillips. Western sales manager for Kingby Electronics.
No, you're not. You're Roger Thornhill of Madison Avenue, and you're wanted for murder on every front page in America, and don't be so modest.
Whoops!
Oh, don't worry, I won't say a word.
How come?
I told you. It's a nice face.
Is that the only reason?
It's going to be a long night.
True.
And I don't particularly like the book I've started.
Ahhh.
You know what I mean?
Uh, let me think. [Pause] Yes, I know exactly what you mean...
...
Incidentally, I wouldn't order any dessert if I were you.
I get the message.
That isn't exactly what I meant. This train seems to be making an unscheduled stop, and I just saw two men get out of a police car as we pulled into the station. They weren't smiling.
I'm a big girl.
Yeah, and in all the right places too. [They share a lingering kiss.]
You know, this is ridiculous, you know that don't you?
Yesss.
I mean, we've hardly met.
That's right.
How do I know you aren't a murderer?
You don't.
Maybe you're planning to murder me right here tonight?
Shall I?
Please do. [Another long kiss.]
Beats flying, doesn't it?
We should stop.
Immediately.
I want to know more about you.
What more could you know?
You're an advertising man, that's all I know.
That's right. [They shift positions.] The train's a little unsteady.
Who isn't?
What else do you know?
You've got taste in clothes, taste in food...
...and taste in women. I like your flavor.
You're very clever with words. You can probably make them do anything for you. Sell people things they don't need. Make women who don't know you fall in love with you.
I'm beginning to think I'm underpaid.
...
Now where were we?
Here. [They kiss again passionately.]
Yes. Nice of you to have opened the bed.
Yes.
Only one bed.
Yes.
That's a good omen, don't you think?
Wonderful.
You know what that means?
Hmmm.
What? Tell me.
It means you're going to sleep on the floor.
To a long and lasting friendship, meaning from now on, I'm not going to let you out of my sight, sweetheart.
I'm afraid you'll have to.
Oh no.
I do have plans of my own, you know, and you do have problems.
Well, wouldn't it be nice if my problems and your plans were somehow connected? Then we could always stay close to each other and not have to go off in separate directions. Togetherness, you know what I mean?
I want you to do a favor for me. A big, big favor.
Name it.
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 that's all there is. There isn't going to be anything more between us. So please, goodbye, good luck, no conversation, just leave.
Now, what can a man do with his clothes off for twenty minutes? Couldn't he have taken an hour?
You could always take a cold shower. [She helps him remove his suit jacket.]
That's right. When I was a little boy, I wouldn't even let my mother undress me.
You're a big boy now.
Yes, tell me. How does a girl like you get to be a girl like you?
Lucky, I guess.
No, not lucky. Naughty, wicked, up to no good. Ever kill anyone? Because I bet you could tease a man to death without half trying. So stop trying, huh?
What possessed you to come blundering in here like this? Could it be an overpowering interest in art?
Yes, the art of survival.
He followed me here from the hotel.
He was in your room?
Sure. Isn't everybody?
...
Has anyone ever told you that you overplay your various roles rather severely, Mr. Kaplan? First, you're the outraged Madison Avenue man who claims he's been mistaken for someone else. Then you play the fugitive from justice, supposedly trying to clear his name of a crime he knows he didn't commit. And now, you play the peevish lover, stung by jealousy and betrayal. It seems to me you fellows could stand a little less training from the FBI and a little more from the Actor's Studio.
Apparently, the only performance that will satisfy you is when I play dead.
Your very next role. You'll be quite convincing, I assure you.
I wonder what subtle form of manslaughter is next on the program. Am I to be dropped into a vat of molten steel and become part of a new skyscraper, or are you going to ask this female to kiss me again and poison me to death?
Who are you kidding? You have no feelings to hurt.
How do we know it's not a fake? It looks like a fake.
Well, one thing we know. You're no fake. You are a genuine idiot.
Thank you.
You're police, aren't you? Or is it FBI?
FBI, CIA, ONI... we're all in the same alphabet soup.
...
Of what?
Oh, government secrets perhaps.
If I thought there was any chance of changing your mind, I'd talk about Miss Kendall, of whom you so obviously disapprove.
Yes, for using sex like some people use a fly swatter.
I wanted to tell you, I mean apologize.
No need. I understand. All in the line of duty.
I did treat you miserably.
I, uh, I hated you for it.
I didn't want you to go on thinking that I...
I, I used some pretty harsh words, I'm sorry.
They hurt deeply.
Naturally if I'd known.
I couldn't tell you.
Of course not.
Could I?
No, I guess not.
...
I guess I had nothing to do that weekend, so I decided to fall in love.
That's nice.
Eventually, the Professor and his Washington colleagues approached me with a few sordid details about Philip. They told me that my relationship with him made me uniquely valuable to them.
Mm-mmm. So you became a Girl Scout, huh?
Maybe it was the first time anyone ever asked me to do anything worthwhile.
Has life been like that?
Mm-hmm.
How come?
Men like you!
What's wrong with men like me?
They don't believe in marriage.
I've been married twice.
See what I mean?
Now I may go back to hating you: it was more fun. [They kiss passionately.]
You're supposed to be critically wounded.
I never felt more alive.
Whose side are you on?
Yours always, darling.
I don't like the games you play, Professor.
War is hell, Mr. Thornhill, even when it's a cold one.
If you fellas can't lick the Vandamms of this world, without asking girls like her to bed down with him and fly away with him and probably never come back, perhaps you ought to start learning how to lose a few cold wars!
I'm afraid we're already doing that.
If we ever get out of this alive, let's go back to New York on the train together, all right?
Is that a proposition?
It's a proposal, sweetie.
What happened to the first two marriages?
My wives divorced me.
Why?
Well, I think they said I led too dull a life.
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