Charley - Chicago Policeman: Where are we goin'?
Sergeant Flamm - Chicago Policeman: Airport.
Charley - Chicago Policeman: For what?
Sergeant Flamm - Chicago Policeman: Orders.
Roger Thornhill: [a drunk Thornhill looks over the side of the car and sees the rear wheel is dangling over the side of a cliff] Whewwwwww!
Roger Thornhill: [singing] I've grown accustomed to my bourbon.
Roger Thornhill: I'm being followed. Can you do something about that?
Taxi Driver #2: Yes I can.
Roger Thornhill: Do it.
Roger Thornhill: I'm beginning to think I'm underpaid.
Larry Wade: [Referring to the drinks] We've gotten a head start here, Mr. Thornhill.
Roger Thornhill: That won't last long.
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Roger Thornhill: [coming out of the crowded elevator, dictating to his secretary] If you accept the belief that a high Trendex automatically means a rising sales curve...
Eddie: Mr. Thornhill?
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Roger Thornhill: Come along, Mrs. Thornhill!
Eve Kendall: Roger, this is silly.
Roger Thornhill: I know, but I'm sentimental.
Tanker Truck Driver: Get out of here, the other tank may blow!
