- Miss Marple: Are you implying that I am unhinged?
- Det. Insp. Craddock: No. No, of course not!
- Miss Marple: Then what are you implying, pray?
- Det. Insp. Craddock: Well, just that you are temporarily not yourself.
- Miss Marple: Chief Inspector, I am *always* myself!
- Miss Marple: [to Craddock] Embezzlement is one thing - proof of triple murder is another. Softly, softly catches monkey in a mousetrap.
- Captain Rhumstone: [Unhappily noticing Miss Marple's dated naval attire as she boards his ship for the first time] Look at it. Will you look at it! Reefer jacket, brass buttons, tricorn hat. Who does she think she is, Neptune's mother?
- Captain Rhumstone: [Addressing Inspector Craddock] Craddock, my friend. My dear Inspector friend. I don't care how you do it, but get her off my ship. I mean, trump up some charge if you like. I'm sure you're very good at that. You see, she's a jinx. She's a Jonah. She's blowing an ill wind!
- Captain Rhumstone: [Last line of the movie] You know, the moment I clapped eyes on her, I said to myself: "What an old darling!"
- Matron Alice Fanbraid: [Remembering his actual first response to Miss Marple's first appearance, raises her eyebrows archly]
- Dr. Crump: Death? Instantaneous. Time? Right about midnight.
- Det. Insp. Craddock: Cause? Asphyxiation by hanging, I suppose.
- Dr. Crump: You suppose wrong. He was run through first. Then hung up afterwards.
- Det. Insp. Craddock: Run through?
- Dr. Crump: With a sword! Seems rather like gilding the lily, but there we are. Extraordinary business the whole thing, but there we are. Extraordinary. I'd like to discuss it with you sometime but I can't wait now, got a baby due! Give you a full report later. Good morning! Morning... morning.
- Comm. Breeze-Connington: He's a bit on the brisk, isn't he?
- Det. Insp. Craddock: Yes. Run through, eh?
- [Inspector Craddock has come to release Miss Marple who was arrested as a possible murder suspect; they are both in a cell in the police station]
- Det. Insp. Craddock: [pointing to the way out from the cell] The way lies before you, Miss Marple. May I suggest you take it, collect Mr Stringer wherever he is, and carry straight on home to Milchester?
- Miss Marple: [walking out of the cell] The way lies before *you*, Chief Inspector. I suggest *you* take it. Lock yourself up for the night and do some good hard thinking.