When Aunt Muriel dumps the puzzle out on the table, it is in a small heap. In the next shot, all the pieces have been spread out and part of the outside of the puzzle is put together.
Aunt Muriel: A little vulgarity in your nature would be a very healthy thing!
Alfred Hitchcock: Poor Seymour. It couldn't have happened to a more deserving person. (removes his hat Uh, I've decided not to be someone else after all. If I won't be myself, who will? However, allow me to introduce my exhibitionist tendencies with this quick change demonstration. (bows) The Alfred Hitchcock of today. (quickly turns around and begins rubbing his face. He turns to face the camera again) The Alfred Hitchcock of thirty years ago. The secret of this transformation is rather simple: I've just removed my wallet. And now, I shall remove myself. But soon, I shall return with another story. Good night.
[As we begin, Alfred is sitting at a dressing mirror, wearing a very unconvincing wig]
Alfred Hitchcock: Good evening. The entertainment industry is always crying for new faces.
[Alfred removes the wig]
Alfred Hitchcock: I've decided to give them one. Not that there's anything wrong with the old one. In fact, I think it's rather good.
[Alfred looks intently at himself in the mirror - it cracks]
Alfred Hitchcock: Well, it could have been worse. What if I had cracked? See, here's the one.
[Alfred fumbles though items on the shelf, chooses another wig and puts it on along with a pair of spectacles]
Alfred Hitchcock: I've always wanted to be someone else.
[Alfred looks at himself in the mirror again]
Alfred Hitchcock: That won't do. I look like a near-sighted hearth rug.
[Alfred removes the wig and specs]
Alfred Hitchcock: By an odd coincidence, we have a story about a man who decided to be someone other than himself. And by an equally odd coincidence, it is rehearsed and ready to start. Here it is.