Hercule Poirot is called in by his crime writer friend, Ariadne Oliver and discovers that she is troubled. She has been asked to create a ...更多>
Ariadne Oliver: Doesn't your intuition tell you anything?
: My intuition tells me... I haven't finished my breakfast! Ariadne Oliver: It's just like my murder. Hercule Poirot: It is, Mrs. Oliver. Just like your murder, except... this one is dead. Hercule Poirot: Mr. South. Eddie South: "Eddie"'s fine. Hercule Poirot: Mr. South... Michael Weyman: Mrs. Folliatt may not be mistress of the manor any more, but when it comes to survival skills she could teach the marines. Hercule Poirot: Children are erratic, or so i'm told. I don't have the privelege of knowing many. Amanda Brewis: Men are such fools. Hercule Poirot: And why should you make such an observation, madamoiselle? Amanda Brewis: They can be so shrewd, and then they go off and marry the wrong woman... Sally Legge: I really think you should mind your own business. Hercule Poirot: I have tried... but I can't. Hercule Poirot: I haven't given up, Mrs. Folliatt. I will not give up. Hercule Poirot will *never* give up. Hercule Poirot: Greedy you say? Is there anyting greedier than destroying something because it stands in the way of your miserable ambitions. Hercule Poirot: There those who have to exercise their little grey cells, and some who lock people in them.