- Captain Hastings: Is there *anything* in the English cuisine that you like, Poirot?
- Hercule Poirot: The English they do not have a cuisine, my friend, they have only the food.
- Captain Hastings: Well, that's a bit harsh, i...
- Hercule Poirot: Like the meat, overcooked, the vegetables too soft, the cheese inedible. And the day the English create their own wines is the day I return home to Belgium.
- [last lines]
- Captain Hastings: [giving Poirot a chip wagon serving of fish and chips] English cuisine. There's nothing like it in the world! You must agree, Poirot.
- Hercule Poirot: Eh bien, Hastings, when it is cold and dark and there is nothing else to eat, it is...
- [takes a small bite]
- Hercule Poirot: passable.
- [eats more chips]
- Anthony Chapell: [Poirot is being led away by the Spanish policemen] Don't worry Monsieur Poirot! I'll call the French Embassy!
- Hercule Poirot: [shouting as he is being dragged away] No, no! The BELGIAN EMBASSY!
- Miss Lemon: I don't like you going to this restaurant, Mr. Poirot. It could be dangerous.
- Hercule Poirot: Ah, but when Poirot himself is involved, he too is dangerous, Miss Lemon.
- [first lines]
- Pauline Wetherby: Barton, please!
- Barton Russell: Don't try to stop me, Pauline; I have to do it.
- Pauline Wetherby: I'm afraid.
- Barton Russell: Don't be. Two years almost to the day.
- Barton Russell: [to the grave] He will rest, Iris. I swear it.
- Anthony Chapell: [Pauline is upset and angry at him for a damning article he has written about Foreign Oil] Pauline, I'm a journalist!
- Pauline Wetherby: [snaps; furiously] Anthony, *you're* a *fink*!