“Who are you? You don't belong to the police?''I am better than the police,' said Poirot. He said it without conscious arrogance. It was, to him, a simple statement of fact.”

“As you yourself have said, what other explanation can there be?'Poirot stared straight ahead of him. 'That is what I ask myself,' he said. 'That is what I never cease to ask myself.”

“But Aunt Maureen makes smashing omelettes." Julia Upjohn."She makes smashing omelettes." Poirot's voice was happy. He sighed."Then Hercule Poirot has not lived in vain, he said. It was I who taught your Aunt Maureen to make an omelette.”

“About Miss Debenham," he said rather awkwardly. "You can take it from me that she's all right. She's a pukka sahib."What," asked Dr. Constantine with interest, "does a pukka sahib mean?""It means," said Poirot, "that Miss Debenham's father and brothers were at the same kind of school as Colonel Arbuthnot was.""Oh!" said Dr. Constantine, disappointed. "Then it has nothing to do with the crime at all.""Exactly," said Poirot.”

“Life can be very terrible," he said. "One needs much courage.""To kill oneself? yes, I suppose one does.""Also to live," said Poirot, "one needs courage.”

“Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking.""An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.”

“Hercule Poirot: I am an imbecile. I see only half of the picture. Miss Lemon: I don't even see that.”