Hercule Poirot: Sir, I need you pass key immediately. We need to find a uniform and a red kimono!
Hector MacQueen: How long are we supposed to just sit here?
Miss Mary Debenham: Yes, someone must be doing something.
Bouc: Of course I am doing something. I am doing nothing.
Biniamino Marquez: Listen, I wanna be clear of any association with the crime, so please ask me anything. Anything. I never lie anymore. I escaped prison, and I bribed myself into the US, where I swore never to lie or steal again. You see, my friends, when people trust you, they buy more.
Hector MacQueen: Have you considered the Latin man? Marquez. Hell of a guy. And, well, you know, his kind, they don't have the same distaste for murder, historically speaking.
Hercule Poirot: You said you don't hold a man's race against him.
Hector MacQueen: I suppose... depends on the race.
[MacQueen leaves]
Hercule Poirot: And he was doing so well.
Edward Ratchett: Are you insulted?
Caroline Hubbard: Disappointed. Some men have a good look. All they have to do is keep their mouth shut - and they can take home any prize they want. Still, the mouth opens!
Bouc: If we leave this to the police, they will choose a culprit, right or wrong, and they will hang him. Which is probably Mr. Marquez for no other reason than his name is Marquez. Or, Dr. Hardman, if not for the color of his skin. - - You are the only one who can bring justice.