Roger Thornhill: Well, didn't you hear what I said? I want to be taken to police headquarters. I'm a dangerous assassin, I'm a mad killer on the loose! Sergeant Flamm - Chicago Policeman: You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
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.
There's something about the Pacific Northwest, the scale of it, and the fact that not so long ago people came here and died getting here, and then died the first winter they were here. There's this breathtaking beauty, just a little bit of moss on th...
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" k...
Eve Kendall: I tipped the steward five dollars to seat you here if you should come in. Roger Thornhill: Is that a proposition? Eve Kendall: I never discuss love on an empty stomach. Roger Thornhill: You've already eaten! Eve Kendall: But you haven't.
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...
Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn’t know were parched.
Stories which have failed either to become popular folk lore or to be embalmed in old newspaper files are in great danger of oblivion. If they are saved, often it is by the merest chance. And that chance may well depend upon one individual with a tre...
I used to walk to the Washington Monument from North L Street Northwest. And I was so hungry at times, I would stop and look into the trash cans, and if there was a half a sandwich, I would take that sandwich and eat it. It was just a matter of survi...
In the 19th Century people were looking for the Northwest Passage. Ships were lost and brave people were killed, but that doesn't mean we never went back to that part of the world again, and I consider it the same in space exploration.
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: Th...
Phillip Vandamm: What possessed you to come blundering in here like this? Could it be an overpowering interest in art? Roger Thornhill: Yes, the art of survival. Eve Kendall: He followed me here from the hotel. Leonard: He was in your room? Roger Tho...
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.
I don't think I'll ever lose the feeling that I had when I read 'To Kill a Mockingbird' - Harper Lee was going back into her childhood. I grew up in a real small town - Lee's was in the South, mine the Northwest - but small towns have a lot in common...
Eve Kendall: It's going to be a long night. Roger Thornhill: True. Eve Kendall: And I don't particularly like the book I've started. Roger Thornhill: Ah. Eve Kendall: You know what I mean? Roger Thornhill: Ah, let me think. Yes, I know exactly what y...
Eve Kendall: While I'm calling, you can change your clothes. Roger Thornhill: Where do you propose I do that? In Marshall Fields' window? Eve Kendall: I sort of had the men's room in mind. Roger Thornhill: Did you, now? You're the smartest girl I eve...
Judge Anson B. Flynn: How long have you known your client? Victor Larrabee: Seven years, Your Honor. Judge Anson B. Flynn: Do you know him to be a reasonable man? Victor Larrabee: Absolutely. Clara Thornhill: Ha! Roger Thornhill: Mother. Judge Anson ...
Though it was mid-July, the morning was brisk, the sky a gray cotton of clouds, and Puget Sound a steely, cold blue. Most of Seattle grumbled, worn with winterish weather, impatient for the elusive summer sun. With umbrellas tucked away in the trunks...
I'm accustomed to being top man. I been a bull goose catskinner for every gyppo logging operation in the Northwest and bull goose gambler all the way from Korea, was even bull goose pea weeder on that pea farm at Pendleton -- so I figure if I'm bound...
Rain in the Northwest is not the pounding, flashing performance enjoyed by the eastern part of the nation. Nor is it the festive annual soaking I'd been used to in Southern California. Rather, it's a seven-month drizzle that darkens the sky, mildews ...
Such is the economy of nature," Thomas Jefferson wrote, "that no instance can be produced, of her having permitted any one race of her animals to become extinct; of her having formed any link in her great work so weak as to be broken." When, as Presi...
