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?
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.
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 you mean.
Eve Kendall: I’m a big girl.
Roger Thornhill: Yeah, and in all the right places, too.
Roger Thornhill: What’s wrong with men like me?
Eve Kendall: They don’t believe in marriage.
Roger Thornhill: I’ve been married twice.
Eve Kendall: See what I mean?
Roger Thornhill: I may go back to hating you. It was more fun.
Roger Thornhill: How does a girl like you get to be a girl like you?
Eve Kendall: Lucky, I guess.
Phillip Vandamm: That wasn’t very sporting, using real bullets.
Bureaucrat: So horribly sad. How is it I feel like laughing?
Eve Kendall: What happened with your first two marriages?
Roger Thornhill: My wives divorced me.
Eve Kendall: Why?
Roger Thornhill: They said I led a dull life.
Eve Kendall: While I’m calling, you can change your clothes.
Roger Thornhill: Where do you propose I do that? In Marshall Field’s window?
Eve Kendall: I sort of had the men’s room in mind.
Roger Thornhill: Did you, know? You’re the smartest girl I ever spent the night with on a train.
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.
Eve Kendall: Patience is a virtue.
Roger Thornhill: So is breathing.
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.
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: 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.