That wasn't very sporting, using real bullets.
Scenes with Vandamm
4 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.
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?
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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.
You surely would have suspected. Why else would you have decided not to tell Miss Kendall why our little treasure here has a belly full of microfilm?
You seem to be trying to fill mine with rotten apples.
Sometimes the truth does taste like a mouthful of worms.
Truth? I've heard nothing but innuendos.
Call it my woman's intuition, if you will, but I've never trusted neatness. Neatness is always the result of deliberate planning.
She shot him in a moment of fear and anger. You were there yourself. You saw it. You know what I think? I think you're jealous. No, I mean it. I'm very touched, very.
It's an old Gestapo trick. Shoot one of your own people to show that you're not one of them. They've just freshened it up a bit with blank cartridges.
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You're not taking her on the plane with you?
Of course I am. Like our friends, I too believe in neatness, Leonard.This matter is best disposed of from a great height - over water.
