Use your little grey cells mon ami" (Hercule Poirot in 'The Mysterious Affair At Styles')
Your idea of a woman is someone who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse. That's all prehistoric.
Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.
But when you say crazy, that describes very well what the general appearance may be to ordinary, everyday people.
But it is not everything in life that has its ticket, so much. There are things that are not for sale.
Ah, but my dear sir, the why must never be obvious. That is the whole point.
What you do not understand is that there are things that cannot be bought.
Rest assured, said Hercule Poirot. I am the best!
There was only one thing about his own appearance which really pleased Hercule Poirot, and that was the profusion of his moustaches, and the way they responded to grooming and treatment and trimming....
Mr. Satterthwaite looked cheered. Suddenly an idea struck him. His jaw fell. My goodness, he cried, I've only just realized it! That rascal, with his poisoned cocktail! Anyone might have drunk it! It...
There are more important things than finding the murderer. And justice is a fine word, but it is sometimes difficult to say exactly what one means by it. In my opinion, the important thing is to clear...
I should have known when I first saw that picture. For it is a very remarkable picture. It is the picture of a murderess painted by her victim-it is the picture of a girl watching her lover dies.
Vi pripadate Ligi naroda?-Ja pripadam cijelom svijetu, madame, reče Poirot dramatično.
I enrage myself with an imbecile. I say, 'I would like to kick him.' Instead I kick the table. I say, 'This table, it is the imbecile, I kick him so.