- [first lines]
- Dicker: Oh yes, and what time do we call this, then, eh?
- Postman: Don't want to get you out of bed.
- [hands over letters and packages]
- Dicker: No good leaving all this stuff for 56B. They're on holiday.
- Postman: What, all of 'em?
- Dicker: Oh, yeah. That Captain Hastings has gone off shooting things, and the secretary has gone off to visit her sister in Folkestone.
- Postman: Well, what of the French one?
- Dicker: Somewhere foreign. Sent me a postcard with goats on it.
- Postman: Oh, yeah, I remember. Well, let's hope it keeps fine for him.
- Hercule Poirot: Nature gives to the quarry of the viper a chance to identify his attacker. If every killer was as clearly marked, I would be without a job.
- Police Inspector: You crazy English! If you do not stop trying to kill each other, I shall put you all under arrest!
- Pamela Lyall: Don't you think that human beings tend to reproduce certain patterns, Mr. Poirot? Stereotype patterns?
- [draws a triangle in the sand]
- Hercule Poirot: Précisément, mademoiselle.
- Hercule Poirot: The mullet was excellent.
- Major Barnes: Oh, glad you enjoyed it.
- Hercule Poirot: Oh, yes. Where did you buy it?
- Major Barnes: What do you mean? I had to go out a long way for that!
- Hercule Poirot: No no no no, Major. Your interests are closer to the shore... The Italians, I notice, are strengthening their harbor defenses for military use?
- Major Barnes: You're very sharp-eyed, Mr. Poirot.
- Hercule Poirot: The sharp eyes are important in both our professions, Major.
- Hercule Poirot: [instructing the maid who is packing his clothes in his suitcase] No, no, no, no! With care! With CARE!
- [Pamela Lyle sprints across the dock to find Poirot and tell him about the death of Valentine Chantry... only to see his ship leaving. Pamela looks on in despair...]
- Hercule Poirot: [angrily yelling] I've told you again! And AGAIN! I'm on HOLIDAY!
- [shouts in French]
- Hercule Poirot: I'm a Belgian Citizen! You have no right to detain me!
- [Pamela runs to investigate and she sees a frustrated Poirot being questioned by several officers]
- Custom's Officer: Sir, you will not leave this island until you have explained all actions...
- Hercule Poirot: [shouts] How can I ever leave here now? My ship has gone, you idiot!
- [he sees Pamela Lyle]
- Hercule Poirot: Mademoiselle Lyle!
- [Pamela Lyle rushes towards him; looking utterly distressed]
- Hercule Poirot: What is the matter? What are you doing here?
- Pamela Lyall: Thank God! Mr. Poirot, I thought you have left! you must come quickly! Valentine Chantry is dead!
- Hercule Poirot: [calmly] Ah.
- Pamela Lyall: Someone poisoned her husband's glass... And she drank it.
- Hercule Poirot: I feared such an outcome.
- Pamela Lyall: Then why didn't you do something?
- Hercule Poirot: Do what? What was there to do, before the event? Tell the police that someone has murder in their heart? No.
- [pause]
- Hercule Poirot: I will come.
- Hercule Poirot: [to the officer] I am a detective, not a spy.
- [last lines]
- Pamela Lyall: Goodbye, Monsieur Poirot.
- [kisses his cheeks]
- Hercule Poirot: Oh.
- Pamela Lyall: I hope we shall meet again.
- Hercule Poirot: Au revoir, mademoiselle.