Windlesham: I am calm, capable, and coping. Dignity.
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Hercule Poirot: How many great stories are tragedies?
Hercule Poirot: The romance of the desert has the power to seduce. I ask you: have you ever loved so much, been so possessed by jealousy, that you might kill?
Hercule Poirot: Flirtation, however delightful, will have no effect.
Hercule Poirot: The murderer is here... and will stay here.
Linnet Ridgeway: It's love. It's not a game played fair. There are no rules.
Katherine: It's simple. You'll grow a mustache.
Hercule Poirot: How many great stories are tragedies?
Hercule Poirot: The romance of the desert has the power to seduce. I ask you: have you ever loved so much, been so possessed by jealousy, that you might kill?
Hercule Poirot: The murderer is here... and will stay here.
Hercule Poirot: Flirtation, however delightful, will have no effect.
Hercule Poirot: Ah, love. It is not safe.
Linnet Ridgeway: It's love. It's not a game played fair. There are no rules.
Katherine: It's simple. You'll grow a mustache.
Jacqueline de Bellefort: He's big, and square, and boyish, and beautifully simple. And that's it.
Salome Otterbourne: You know what? We got to have more love, More understanding every day of our lives, And that's all...
Jacqueline de Bellefort: Take her to the dance floor, silly. Go and thank her properly.
Jacqueline de Bellefort: He's country through and through.
Bouc: Of all the pyramids in all the world, you had to walk up to mine. What a small world.
Salome Otterbourne: While the world of love, Is around me, Evil thoughts do bind me, But, oh, if you leave me, I will die...
Bouc: Behind every kite-flying man, there is a woman.
Bouc: Lucky devil. Fancy finding the one heiress without adenoids and flat feet.
Windlesham: I am calm, capable, and coping. Dignity.
Katchadourian: I'm only here for the champagne, sacred honor.
Jacqueline de Bellefort: It's a .22 caliber. It's practically a toy. Maybe, to fix a broken heart. All it takes is a single bullet.
Simon Doyle: It's indecent, what she's doing. And melodramatic. And she's making an ass of herself is what it is.
Bouc: All my life, I never wanted to be anything to anyone but an amusement.
Hercule Poirot: The murderer is here... and will stay here.
Katherine: It's simple. You'll grow a mustache.
Salome Otterbourne: You know what? We got to have more love, More understanding every day of our lives, And that's all...
Salome Otterbourne: While the world of love, Is around me, Evil thoughts do bind me, But, oh, if you leave me, I will die...
Hercule Poirot: Forgive me, the champagne - it loosens the memory and the mouth.
Rosalie Otterbourne: He is obsessive, is vain, is smug, is lonely for a reason. A detestable, tiresome, bombastic, egocentric little freak!
Rosalie Otterbourne: Have you ever met a man who says his own name as many times as Hercule Poirot?
Rosalie Otterbourne: It's all right. He's a bloodhound, let him sniff.
Hercule Poirot: She drinks to excess twice a week or more. She smokes cigarettes of various compositions.
Hercule Poirot: Do you have a husband, madame? Salome Otterbourne: I've had a handful of husbands. Each one, a handful.
Simon Doyle: After all, I couldn't refuse... Marie Van Schuyler: What? Simon Doyle: The Queen of the Nile. Linnet Ridgeway: "I have immortal longings in me."
Hercule Poirot: Madame, I am so moved. Your bluesy music has joy on top for the dancing, yet there is tragedy in there, too. Salome Otterbourne: Writing tragedy is easy. I just imagine someone I wanna punish. Then I imagine them in love.
Hercule Poirot: You go by Dr. Windlesham, but this is not your natural title. Windlesham: No. Hercule Poirot: Lord Windlesham. Windlesham: Born to, not earned. What I do as Lord Windlesham belongs to buck-toothed tradition. What I do as doctor is mine.
Marie Van Schuyler: "Money is the alienated essence of man's labor and life." Euphemia Bouc: Money is the only friend a woman can rely on.
Bouc: You did this to me? Euphemia Bouc: I'm your mother. I've done far worse.
Bouc: I thought Poirot was impervious to love's fever. Hercule Poirot: I was sick with it once. It left me with enough regret for a lifetime.
Linnet Ridgeway: What would Cleopatra say? "Oh, Charmian. Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he or sits he? Or does he walk? Or is he on his horse? Oh, happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! He is speaking now. Or murmuring." Simon Doyle: Oh, my God. Linnet Ridgeway: "Where is my serpent of old Nile?"
Hercule Poirot: Mademoiselle, you have a choice still. You can ruin his life or begin a new one. It may not be the life that you imagined, but perhaps it will be the life that God intended. Jacqueline de Bellefort: Love is far too important to trust to God.
Bouc: All the money in the world and she's in the freezer with the hams. Hercule Poirot: This is as much dignity as we can afford the dead in these circumstances.
