North by Northwest: paging George Kaplan

I told my secretary to call Mother, and I realized she won't be able to reach her where she is. . . . [bellboy's voice:] Paging Mr. Kaplan, Mr. George Kaplan. . . .

[bellboy's voice] . . . Mr. George Kaplan. . . . [Thornhill:] Perhaps if I sent her a telegram. . . . Boy!

a

[camera pans and zooms]

b

[Licht:] Kaplan.

I've got to get off a wire. . . . [bellboy:] If you'll follow me. . . .

a

[bellboy]: Right through there, sir.

b

What's that supposed to be?

c

[Valerian:] Let's go. [Thornhill:] Let's go? Where? Who are you? [Valerian:] Mere errand boys carrying concealed weaspons. His is pointed at your heart. So please, no errors of judgment.

d

[Thornhill:] Come on. What's this, a joke or something? [Licht:] Yes, a joke. We will laugh in the car.