Roger... Pay the two dollars.

Clara Thornhill

Charley - Chicago Policeman: Where are we goin'?
Sergeant Flamm - Chicago Policeman: Airport.
Charley - Chicago Policeman: For what?
Sergeant Flamm - Chicago Policeman: Orders.

Now let's you just drop them pants.

Mountain Man

Roger Thornhill: Then, then your name isn't Kaplan?
Man at Prairie Crossing: Can't say it is, 'cause it ain't.

Seven parking tickets.

Roger Thornhill

We ahh... we do nothing.

The Professor

Sometimes you have to lose yourself 'fore you can find anything.

Lewis

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.

Eve Kendall: Patience is a virtue.
Roger Thornhill: So is breathing.

Roger Thornhill: How do we know it's not a fake? It looks like a fake.
Bidder: Well, one thing we know. You're no fake. You are a genuine idiot.

Lewis: Your name Griner?
First Griner: What you wanna know for?
Lewis: I was wondering if you and your brother could take a couple of trucks down to Aintry for us. We'll be there about Sunday noon.
First Griner: Drive 'em down there for what?
Lewis: Me and my buddy here are taking a canoe trip down the Cahulawassee. We'd like our cars to be down in Aintry when we get there. Be there about Sunday noon.
First Griner: [sarcastically] Canoe trip?
Lewis: That's right, a canoe trip.
First Griner: What the hell you wanna go fuck around with that river for?
Lewis: Because it's there.
First Griner: It's there all right. You get in there and can't get out, you gonna wish it wasn't.
Ed: [to Lewis, whispering] Look, Lewis, let's go back to town and, ah... play golf.
Lewis: [ignoring Ed] I'll give you thirty dollars to take those cars down to Aintry.
First Griner: I'll take fifty.
Lewis: Fifty, my ass.
Ed: Lewis, don't play games with these people!
First Griner: Whud you say?
Lewis: I said "fifty, my ass."
Ed: [whispering urgently] Lewis!
First Griner: I'll do it for forty.
Lewis: Mm-hmm...
[to Ed]
Lewis: You good for ten?
Ed: Sure.

We killed a man, Drew. Shot him in the back. A mountain man. A cracker.

Lewis

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