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Movie Quotes from North by Northwest |
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Eve Kendall: Patience is a virtue. Roger Thornhill: So is breathing. Clara Thornhill: 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. Roger Thornhill: Tell me, why are you so good to me? Eve Kendall: Shall I climb up and tell you why? Roger Thornhill: I may go back to hating you. It was more fun. Roger Thornhill: I don't like the games you play, professor. The Professor: War is hell, Mr. Thornhill, even when it's a cold one. Leonard: 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? Phillip Vandamm: You seem to be trying to fill mine with rotten apples. Leonard: Sometimes the truth does taste like a mouthful of worms. Phillip Vandamm: Truth? I've heard nothing but innuendos. Leonard: Call it my women's intuition, if you will. But I've never trusted neatness. Neatness has always been the form of very deliberate planning. Leonard: You're not taking her on the plane with you? Phillip Vandamm: 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. Roger Thornhill: How does a girl like you get to be a girl like you? Eve Kendall: Lucky, I guess. Roger Thornhill: I didn't realize you were an art collector. I thought you just collected corpses. 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. Phillip Vandamm: Has anyone ever told you that you overplay your various roles rather severely, Mr. Kaplan? Roger Thornhill: When I was a little boy, I wouldn't even let my mother undress me. Eve Kendall: Well, you're a big boy now. Man at Prairie Crossing: That's funny, that plane's dustin' crops where there ain't no crops. Roger Thornhill: In the world of advertising, there's no such thing as a lie. There's only expedient exaggeration. Clara Thornhill: You gentlemen aren't REALLY trying to kill my son, are you? [Thornhill is wearing sunglasses to hide his identity] Ticket Seller: Something wrong with your eyes? Roger Thornhill: Yes, they're sensitive to questions. Roger Thornhill: 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. Roger Thornhill: 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. |
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