North by Northwest

Clara Thornhill: You gentlemen aren't really trying to kill my son, are you? The Professor: We do nothing...That's right, nothing. Oh, we could congratulate ourselves on a marvelous stroke of good fortune. Our non-existent decoy George Kaplan created to divert suspicion from our actual agent has fortuitously become a live decoy... What can we do to save him, without endangering our own agent?...We didn't invent our non-existent man and give him the name of George Kaplan, establish elaborate behavior patterns for him, move his prop belongings in and out of hotel rooms for our own private amusement. We created George Kaplan and labored successfully to convince Vandamm that this was our own agent hot on his trail for a desperately important reason...If we make the slightest move to suggest that there is no such agent as George Kaplan, give any hint to Vandamm that he's pursuing a decoy instead of our own agent, then our agent working right under Vandamm's very nose will immediately face s

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Roger: And what the devil is all this about? Why was I brought here? Vandamm: Games, must we? Roger: 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. Vandamm: 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 ... Roger: 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.

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Ticket Seller: Something wrong with your eyes? Roger: Yes, they're sensitive to questions.

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Roger: Oh, you're that type. Eve: What type? Roger: Honest. Eve: Not really. Roger: Good, because honest women frighten me. Eve: Why? Roger: I don't know. Somehow they seem to put me at a disadvantage. Eve: Because you're not honest with them? Roger: Exactly. Roger: The moment I meet an attractive woman, I have to start pretending I have no desire to make love to her. Eve: What makes you think you have to conceal it? Roger: She might find the idea objectionable. Eve: Then again, she might not. Eve: I'm Eve Kendall. I'm twenty-six and unmarried. Now you know everything. Roger: Tell me. What do you do besides lure men to their doom on the Twentieth Century Limited? Eve: I'm an industrial designer. Roger: Jack Phillips. Western sales manager for Kingby Electronics. Eve: 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. Roger: Whoops! Eve: Oh, don't worry, I won't say a word. Roger: How come? Eve:

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Eve: I'm a big girl. Roger: Yeah, and in all the right places too. [They share a lingering kiss.] Eve: You know, this is ridiculous, you know that don't you? Roger: Yesss. Eve: I mean, we've hardly met. Roger: That's right. Eve: How do I know you aren't a murderer? Roger: You don't. Eve: Maybe you're planning to murder me right here tonight? Roger: Shall I? Eve: Please do. [Another long kiss.] Roger: Beats flying, doesn't it? Eve: We should stop. Roger: Immediately. Eve: I want to know more about you. Roger: What more could you know? Eve: You're an advertising man, that's all I know. Roger: That's right. [They shift positions] The train's a little unsteady. Eve: Who isn't? Roger: What else do you know? Eve: You've got taste in clothes, taste in food... Roger: ...and taste in women. I like your flavor. Eve: 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. Roger: I'm beg

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Roger: Now where were we? Eve: Here. [They kiss again passionately.] Roger: Yes. Nice of you to have opened the bed. Eve: Yes. Roger: Only one bed. Eve: Yes. Roger: That's a good omen, don't you think? Eve: Wonderful. Roger: You know what that means? Eve: Hmmm. Roger: What? Tell me. Eve: It means you're going to sleep on the floor.

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