Sally Legge: I really think you should mind your own business.
Hercule Poirot: I have tried... but I can't.
Hercule Poirot: No family portraits, Mrs. Folliat?
Amy Folliatt: When one has lost a family, portraits are only memory, and memory is like dead wood. It must be cut away if one is to go on.
Hercule Poirot: "Greedy" you say? Is there anything greedier than destroying something because it stands in the way of your miserable ambitions?
Hercule Poirot: I haven't given up, Mrs. Folliat. I will not give up. Hercule Poirot will never give up.
Hercule Poirot: There is a considerable difference between military intelligence and... normal intelligence.
Hercule Poirot: There those who have to exercise their little grey cells, and some who lock people in them.
Hercule Poirot: Children are erratic, or so I'm told. I don't have the privelege of knowing many.
Ariadne Oliver: It's just like my murder.
Hercule Poirot: It is, Mrs. Oliver. Just like your murder, except... this one is dead.
Hercule Poirot: Mr. South.
Eddie South: "Eddie"'s fine.
Hercule Poirot: Mr. South.
Ariadne Oliver: So what did you come up with? I'm dying to know.
Hercule Poirot: So am I.
