“I´m not your personal Coke machine”
“[M]y Coke hit the floor with a metallic clink, so much like the sound of a bullet casing being dropped.”
“Shoulders slumped in defeat, I turned to walk away. The drugstore had caved under the force of my criminal will, but the Coke machine was virtuous. Inviolate.”
“What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal-I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.”
“One of life's great truths is this: when one is about to be struck by a speeding six-hundred pound Coke machine, one need worry about little else.”
“No. Because I'm not a cold plate of m-m-macaroni. I'm a warm-hearted person. It's the basis of my character.”