“I'm never going to believe a Poirot mystery again. Never. All those witnesses going, "Yes, I remember it was 3:06 p.m. exactly, because I glanced at the clock as I reached for the sugar tongs, and Lady Favisham was quite clearly sitting on the right-hand side of the fireplace."Bollocks. They have no idea where Lady Favisham was, they just don't want to admit it in front of Poirot. I'm amazed he gets anywhere.”

“OK.Now, I may be engaged, but I'm not going to get carried away.”

“I don't believe this. How can he not want to go to the Savoy? God, it's all right for top businessmen, isn't it? Free champagne, yawn, yawn. Goody bags, yet another party, yawn, how tedious and dull.”

“I have no idea what to say next. I don't speak Japanese, I don't know anything about Japanese business or Japanese culture. Apart from sushi. But I can't exactly go up to him and say "Sushi!" out of the blue. It would be like going up to a top American businessman and saying "T-bone steak!”

“... what would Poirot do? Poirot wouldn't flap around in a panic. He'd stay calm and use his little grey cells and recall some tiny, vital detail which would be the clue to everything.”

“She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformedinto something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone.Sometimes she feels frightened.' He pauses, and adds in a softer voice, 'Sometimes she feelsunloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are mostimportant to her.'As I stare at Jack's warm, serious face on the screen, I feel my eyes stinging slightly.'But she's brave and goodhearted and faces her life head on …' He shakes his head dazedlyand smiles at the interviewer. 'I'm … I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened there. I guess Igot a little carried away. Could we—' His voice is abruptly cut off by the interviewer.”

“I can do this, I tell myself firmly. I can be attracted to him. It's just a matter of self control and possibly also getting very drunk. So I lift my glass and take several huge gulps. I can feel the bubbles surging into my head, singing happily "I'm going to be a millionaire's wife! I'm going to be a millionaire's wife!" And when I look back at Tarquin, he already looks a bit more attractive. Alcohol is obviously going to be the key to our marital status.”