- Judith Butler: You sure you're going about this the right way, Monsieur? Shouldn't you be looking for Joyce's killer in the here and now?
- Hercule Poirot: Old sins cast long shadows, Madame.
- Hercule Poirot: Chère Madame, you should not work, you should rest.
- Ariadne Oliver: I have deadlines, Poirot. In sickness and in health. My child of an editor is pressing me for another draft of "I'll Huff And I'll Puff".
- Hercule Poirot: Comment?
- Ariadne Oliver: Sven Hjerson solves a murder in a hot air balloon over Abyssinia.
- [last lines]
- Hercule Poirot: George, at this time of year in Belgium, it is the custom to light the candles in memory of the dead, not to tell the stories macabre. Come, mes amis, let us do so.
- Hercule Poirot: And, of course, the garden so cherished. It is your paradise. But its soil is drenched in the blood of the innocent, huh? And its fruit? Ugh... is black and bitter.
- Michael Garfield: [to Poirot] It is an awful shame, do you not think, Monsieur, that we all must wither and die?
- Hercule Poirot: The victim. One must always return to the victim. For their personality, their nature, it, it is the key. What has everybody told to Poirot about Madamoiselle Joyce Reynolds? Huh? She is a liar, a teller of the tall tales, a boaster, a little liar. So when she claims to have witnessed the murder, nobody believes her. And yet, she is... dead.
- Michael Garfield: [Referring to Olga Seminoff] Very like her to aim high.
- Hercule Poirot: Ah. So you knew her?
- Michael Garfield: Oh, yes. Ever so popular with the young men of Woodley Common.
- Hercule Poirot: You are suggesting she was possessed of the loose morals?
- Michael Garfield: Well, that is one way of putting it.
- Frances Drake: I mean, fancy saddling your daughter with a name like Frances Drake.
- Rowena Drake: I've told you a thousand times it's only ignorant people who make a joke.
- Frances Drake: Yes, but it's me who has to live with it. I've heard them all. Armada this, game of bowls, that. I've even been begged to throw down my raincoat over a puddle for some queen or other.
- Mrs Goodbody: I's always been on the outside, me, looking in. That ways you get to see things... different. I sees things all the time. Sometimes with me eyes, sometimes in the leaves.
- Hercule Poirot: Comment? The leaves?
- Mrs Goodbody: Tea leaves, me duck. You can see a lot in 'em: past, future, sometimes just tea. Maybe as our little Joyce might have seen things too.
- Hercule Poirot: Quite so.
- Michael Garfield: [Referring to Rowena Drake] Do take care, old boy. You will only survive if you look at her reflection in a polished shield.
- Judith Butler: His nature. Even his passion for beauty and creation; there was a sort of madness to it.
- [first lines]
- Judith Butler: It doesn't have to be a masterpiece, Ariadne.
- Ariadne Oliver: No, no. Better take my time. Last one looked like it had had a stroke!
- Inspector Raglan: You know what kids are like... always exaggerating. They'd tell you black was white at that age. Why? You reckon there's something in it?
- Hercule Poirot: I do not know. A young girl boasts to have seen a murder, and some hours later that girl, she is dead. It could be cause and effect, but if so, somebody lost no time.
- George: Not enjoying it, sir?
- Hercule Poirot: It is the subject matter, George. It is distasteful. Poirot, he has seen much evil in this world. It should not be the subject of such mockery.
- Rowena Drake: You! Get away from this house! You are not welcome here.
- Michael Garfield: I beg your pardon?
- Rowena Drake: I've made it perfectly clear to you, Mr. Garfield, on numerous occasions, that I do not approve of you hanging around in this fashion.
- Michael Garfield: Oh, I'm afraid I can't help it. Such a lovely view.
- [winks at Frances Drake]