Thornhill?

Thornhill?

Thornhill.

Mr. Thornhill?

Roger Thornhill.

About Mr. Thornhill?

Roger O. Thornhill.

Good evening, Mr. Thornhill.

Roger Thornhill. Fanning Nelson.

Come along, Mrs. Thornhill.

Does anyone know this Thornhill?

My name is Roger Thornhill.

You see, Mr. Thornhill, she's....

Good night, Mr. Thornhill. Good night.

Goodbye, Mr. Thornhill, wherever you are.

Mother, this is your son, Roger Thornhill.

Not shot at, Mr. Thornhill. Found out.

This way, Mr. Thornhill. We haven't got much time.

My name is Roger Thornhill. It's never been anything else.

Mr. Thornhill, my opinion is that you are definitely intoxicated.

The photograph has been identified as that of Roger Thornhill...

That is precisely what were intending to find out, Mr. Thornhill.

...that earlier today, Thornhill appeared in a Glen Cove police court...

The waiter said you were getting along fine with this Thornhill.

I wish you'd walk faster, Mr. Thornhill. We'll miss the plane.

War is hell, Mr. Thornhill, even when it's a cold one.

We've got a man here who answers to the description of Thornhill, Roger.

You're Roger Thornhill of Madison Avenue and you're wanted for murder on every front page in America.

Mr. Thornhill was picked up last night driving under the influence of alcohol incidentally, in a stolen car...

Mr. Thornhill has told us that he was brought here against his will last night and forcibly intoxicated by some friends of your husband and set out on the road.

It was at this point that Mr. Thornhill succeeded in escaping from his wouldbe assassins, and when they gave chase he, naturally, had to drive as best he could under the circumstances.