Evil Under the Sun (1982)
Daphne Castle: Arlena and I were in the chorus of a show together, not that I could ever compete. Even in those days, she could always throw her legs up in the air higher than any of us... and wider.
Arlena Stuart Marshall: Oh, dear! I'm the last to arrive.
Daphne Castle: Have a sausage. You must be starving having to wait all that time in your room.
Rex Brewster: [needling about financial loss caused by Arlena leaving their show] Anyway darlings, it must have cost you a pretty bundle closing a hit show like that. Would either of you care to comment on that?
Odell Gardener: Why don't you go and play with yourself.
Myra Gardener: Excessively.
Rex Brewster: Is coarseness a substitute for wit, I ask myself?
Arlena Stuart Marshall: [to Linda Marshall] Linda do stop standing there like a coughdrop and say good morning to Monsieur Poirot!
Arlena Stuart Marshall: [arriving at outdoor buffet luncheon in swimming attire] I'm so sorry, are we late? Patrick insisted upon rowing me right round the island and its much bigger than I thought. Poor darling, he's absolutely exhausted.
Daphne Castle: [dryly, knowing what they've actually been up to] I'm not in the least surprised.
Daphne Castle: I've just had a phone call from His Majesty and he is very pleased with...
Poirot: The king of Tyrania?
Daphne Castle: He is very pleased with the matter being cleared up so quickly and so discreetly. He is so pleased he is awarding you the Order of Saint Gudrun the Inquisitive.
Poirot: Saint Gudrun the Inquisitive?
Daphne Castle: First class.
Poirot: How many classes are there?
Patrick Redfern: It's funny to think if Giuseppe Verdi had been an Englishman his name would have been Joe Green.
Poirot: [Thoughtfully] Yes, I suppose it would, yes.
Patrick Redfern: Well it used to make the boys laugh when I was trying to din some Latin into them when I was a school teacher.
Poirot: Little boys laugh easily if it keeps them away even for a moment from their study of Latin.
Daphne Castle: I've just had a telephone call from your friend Sir Horace. He says he's having trouble with his... his... his piffle valve?
Poirot: Such a valve still has to be invented, Madame.
Daphne Castle: Oh, well I dare say you're right, I wasn't paying that much attention, anyway the result is he'll be 24 hours late.
Mr. Flewitt's Secretary: Hercules Parrot, sir!
Poirot: [entering the office] Poirot, Mademoiselle, pucker your lips as though about to bestow a kiss! Poi-rot.
Poirot: The "Arlena Stewarts" of this world do not count; their domination is of the moment. Really to count, a woman must have either goodness or brains.
Christine Redfern: You can't actually believe that men care for either of those things, can you?
Poirot: Oh yes I do, madam.
Rex Brewster: [a little too solicitously, about Linda's step-mother, Arlena] And how is your lovely mother, this morning?
Linda Marshall: She's not lovely and she's not my mother!
Arlena Stuart Marshall: Thank you for those three hours of sheer, and unadulterated hell! This may come as a nasty surprise to you but shock absorbers have been standardized equipment on motorized vehicles for thirty years!
Daphne Castle: [notices Poirot in lobby] Oh, you - you must be Sir Horace Blatt's friend; perhaps - perhaps you'll sign in?
Poirot: [signs hotel register]
Daphne Castle: Oh, so you're the famous Hercule Poirot eh?
Poirot: Ah you are too amiable madame.
Daphne Castle: [sternly] Perhaps - I hope you haven't come here to practice your sleuthing games on my guests - they've all got far too many skeletons in their cupboards to join in with enthusiasm.
Poirot: [to the killer] You see, it is folly to try and trick Hercule Poirot... even in a dead language.
Christine Redfern: I'm better now. In fact, I'm determined to enjoy myself. It's so blissful here, so tranquil, so far from all violence and trouble.
Poirot: Yes, you are right, Madame; the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and yet you forget that everywhere there is evil under the sun.
Daphne Castle: Couldn't we make this a private investigation? You know how peculiar people can be about a spot of murder.
Daphne Castle: I was wrong about cherchez la femme. sorry about that. but it's just got be cherchez le fruit.
Myra Gardener: Well, what the hell do we do now, Odell?
Odell Gardener: Just leave it to me. I'll think of something.
Myra Gardener: Hmmph, my hero. I swear, if you were a man I would divorce you.
Daphne Castle: Clean it, clean it. Don't just lean on the thing.
Arlena Stuart Marshall: What's it called, anyway?
Odell Gardener: It's not right and it's not fair.
Arlena Stuart Marshall: Sounds like a blackman's left leg.
Poirot: It is not me that is hiding, it is you who are lying!
[Poirot is interrogating the suspects]
Kenneth Marshall: It's a little difficult to accept your condolences, Poirot... when in the same breath you accuse me of murdering my wife because she was unfaithful.
Poirot: [matter of factly] I can understand that, of course.
Myra Gardener: There she goes, not a care in the world.
Odell Gardener: I'll make her care.
Myra Gardener: Oh, what do you know about care? If it had been up to you, the good Samaritan would have passed by on the other side.
Odell Gardener: I have an idea but I need to work it out.
Myra Gardener: Yeah, well don't forget about my cousin, Hatty Heimenheimer. It took her so long to "work out an idea," they finally had to stash her away in the booby hatch!
Christine Redfern: [watching people sunbathing on the beach] How I wish I could do that, just lie in the sun.
Poirot: Mais porquoi, madame? Look at them lying in rows, like corpses at the morgue! They are not men and women. Nothing personal about them. They're just bodies, butcher's meat, steaks grilling in the sun.
Daphne Castle: The whole world knows that you are a man of enormous discretion...
Daphne Castle: [greeting the Redferns] Hello! I'm Daphne Castle - welcome to the island.
Patrick Redfern: How do you do.
Christine Redfern: [unenthusiastic] It looks lovely, I'm sure we'll have a nice time here.
Daphne Castle: [twinkling] And a naughty one too - I hope!
Poirot: [the guilty Christine Redfern] A picture of innocence.
Patrick Redfern: I only touched the body to make sure it was dead.