Roger Thornhill: We'll get them. We'll throw the book at them. Assault and kidnapping. Assault with a gun and a bourbon and a sports car. We'll get them.
Roger Thornhill: [as the police carry Thornhill out of the Art Auction Room, Roger says to the thug who tried to kill Roger twice before in the picture] I'm sorry old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
Roger Thornhill: I'm being followed. Can you do something about that? Taxi Driver #2: Yes I can. Roger Thornhill: Do it.
Roger Thornhill: Who are you? Valerian: Mere errand boys carrying concealed weapons. His is pointed at your heart, so, please, no errors of judgment, I beg of you. Roger Thornhill: What is this? A joke or something? Licht: Yes, a joke. We'll laugh in...
Roger Thornhill: [... ] it's something about my face. Eve Kendall: It's a nice face. Roger Thornhill: You think so? Eve Kendall: I wouldn't say it if I didn't. Roger Thornhill: Oh, you're that type. Eve Kendall: What type? Roger Thornhill: Honest.
Roger Thornhill: I don't think I caught your name. The Professor: I don't think I pitched it.
Roger Thornhill: Jack Philips, manager for Kingby Electronics. Eve Kendall: No, you're not, you're Roger Thornhill of Madison Avenue, and you're wanted for murder on every front page in America. Don't be modest.
Roger Thornhill: Say, do I look heavyish to you?
Roger Thornhill: Handle with care, fellas. I'm valuable property.
