“Poirot thought it not quite professional to begin a routine working day before ten.”

“You weren't quite accurate just now." "I? Not accurate?" Poirot sounded affronted.”

“Alas," murmured Poirot to his mustaches, "that one can only eat three times a day ...”

“No, my friend, I am not drunk. I have just been to the dentist, and need not return for another six months! Is it not the most beautiful thought?--Poirot”

“I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.”

“That is what I mean. A bath! The receptacle of porcelain, one turns the taps and fills it, one gets in, one gets out and ghoosh - ghoosh - ghoosh, the water goes down the waste pipe!""M. Poirot are you quite mad?""No, I am extremely sane.”

“If you are to be Hercule Poirot, you must think of everything.”