Pilar Estravados: Some things are in God's hands. It is not up to us if we survive safely or like Lucifer fall.
Hercule Poirot: [Addressing MacQueen] The train is full. I think that we are, how do you say... 'bunkies.'
[Long pause. MacQueen says nothing]
Hercule Poirot: I am equally disappointed in you. This is nice!
Caroline Hubbard: Oh!
Hercule Poirot: Apologies, Madame, I meant no disrespect.
Caroline Hubbard: Oh, you could try to mean a little.
Caroline Hubbard: I've been accused of - husband hunting abroad. And, I can't in all honesty deny it. I like my time alone. I do. I do! But, a lady has certain needs that deserve to be met, if she has any money, and, preferably on a regular basis.
Caroline Hubbard: One thing about train travel, you're always knocking into somebody. It's wonderful!
Pilar Estravados: You said your role was to find justice.
Hercule Poirot: What is justice here?
Pilar Estravados: Sometimes the law of man is not enough.
Caroline Hubbard: They're not killers. They're good people. They can be good again.
Hercule Poirot: Ah, Mrs Hubbard, I'm sorry to have kept you. You have a head full of steam and a mouth full of words.
Caroline Hubbard: You're goddamn right, I do.
Miss Mary Debenham: To a man with a hammer, every problem is a nail. You live crime. You see evil every day.
Hercule Poirot: Not so. I see enough crime to know that the criminal act is the anomaly. I believe it takes a fracture of the soul to murder another human being.
Hercule Poirot: The killer is mocking me. Good. His first mistake.
Hercule Poirot: You tell your lies and you think no one will know. But there are two people who will know. Yes, two people. Your God... and Hercule Poirot.
Hercule Poirot: I am tired. I have earned myself a little holiday. I want to look at paintings and have too much time on my hands.
Hercule Poirot: Did we die?
Caroline Hubbard: I woke up in the dark and I knew there was a man in my room.
Hercule Poirot: You are certain it was a man?
Caroline Hubbard: I know what it feels like to have a man in my bedroom.
Caroline Hubbard: He made a rather overt overture.
Pilar Estravados: I sleep very lightly. The slightest sound and I would bolt upright. I was surprised once. Never again.
Bouc: This is my dear old friend, the esteemed Poirot, who I knew before the esteem. Hercule Poirot, this is...
Hercule Poirot: A prostitute.
Bouc: She is.
Prostitute: I am!
Edward Ratchett: So, you say no to my dirty mind.
Hercule Poirot: I say no to you, Mr. Ratchett.
Edward Ratchett: Business with the gun, right? Is that what it was?
Hercule Poirot: It is far more personal than that. I do not like your face.
Edward Ratchett: Please tell me you didn't do this.
Edward Henry Masterman: If I were to leave something unpleasant on your pillow, sir, it would not be a letter.
