“Because I´m a cat.”
“I've heard that you're the cat's whiskers, M. Poirot.""Comment? The cat's whiskers? I do not understand.""Well that you're It.""Madame, I may or may not have brains - as a matter of fact I have - why pretend?”
“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.”
“I´m live! Omigod, I´m live [...]”
“You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.”
“I hated cats. I was a dog lover," Des says with a shrug. "What's the point of a cat? They're not affectionate. But that's because it's not my cat. I mean, your wife wouldn't jump on my lap. That's because she's your wife, not mine. Until you have your own cat, you really don't understand.”