North by Northwest1959

Roger:
Oh, you're that type.

Eve:
What type?

Roger:
Honest.

Eve:
Not really.

Roger:
Good, because honest women frighten me.

Eve:
Why?

Roger:
I don't know. Somehow they seem to put me at a disadvantage.

Eve:
Because you're not honest with them?

Roger:
Exactly.

...

Roger:
The moment I meet an attractive woman, I have to start pretending I have no desire to make love to her.

Eve:
What makes you think you have to conceal it?

Roger:
She might find the idea objectionable.

Eve:
Then again, she might not.

...

Eve:
I'm Eve Kendall. I'm twenty-six and unmarried. Now you know everything.

Roger:
Tell me. What do you do besides lure men to their doom on the Twentieth Century Limited?

Eve:
I'm an industrial designer.

Roger:
Jack Phillips. Western sales manager for Kingby Electronics.

Eve:
No, you're not. You're Roger Thornhill of Madison Avenue, and you're wanted for murder on every front page in America, and don't be so modest.

Roger:
Whoops!

Eve:
Oh, don't worry, I won't say a word.

Roger:
How come?

Eve:
I told you. It's a nice face.

Roger:
Is that the only reason?

Eve:
It's going to be a long night.

Roger:
True.

Eve:
And I don't particularly like the book I've started.

Roger:
Ahhh.

Eve:
You know what I mean?

Roger:
Uh, let me think. [Pause] Yes, I know exactly what you mean...