Peter Ustinov: Hercule Poirot

Death on the Nile

Hercule Poirot

Mrs Otterbourne: [Interrupting Poirot and Race] Do forgive me for butting in, but I have a bet with my daughter here, that you're Hercules Porridge, the famous French sleuth.
Hercule Poirot: Not quite. I am Hercule Poirot, the famous Belgian sleuth.

Col. Johnny Race: [of Mrs Otterbourne] What a perfectly dreadful woman. Why doesn't somebody shoot her, I wonder?
Hercule Poirot: Perhaps one day, the subscribers of the lending libraries will club together and hire an assassin.

Jacqueline De Bellefort: Simon was mine and he loved me, then *she* came along and... sometimes, I just want to put this gun right against her head, and ever so gently, pull the trigger. When I hear that sound more and more...
Hercule Poirot: I know how you feel. We all feel like that at times. However, I must warn you, mademoiselle: Do not allow evil into your heart, it will make a home there.
Jacqueline De Bellefort: If love can't live there, evil will do just as well.
Hercule Poirot: How sad, mademoiselle.

Andrew Pennington: What the hell is going on?
Hercule Poirot: We're going through your private papers, sir, isn't that obvious?

[last lines]
Col. Johnny Race: What are you thinking?
Hercule Poirot: I was thinking of Molière: 'La grande ambition des femmes est d'inspirer l'amour'.
Col. Johnny Race: [sighs] I do wish you'd speak some *known* language...
Hercule Poirot: 'The great ambition of women is to inspire love.'

Hercule Poirot: There is a dead, um, cobra over there. Do me the kindness of having it removed, please. Thank you very much. Come, Race.
Manager Of The Karnak: A cobra? Oh cripes! Never have I seen such a reptile in a first class cabin. Never! Ooh. Ooh! Ooh.

Jacqueline De Bellefort: If you think I'm suffering, you're quite wrong. Actually, I'm rather enjoying myself.
Hercule Poirot: Yes. Your pleasure is the very worst part of it, Mademoiselle.

Hercule Poirot: I say bury the dead. Not as the Egyptians do, preserving the body in order to ensure the immortality of the soul. No. Properly, finally! Turn your back on the past. Look only forward. Remember, time heals - everything.

Hercule Poirot: I'm very sorry to see you here, Mademoiselle. Forgive me for saying so, but you're embarking on a hazardous journey in troubled waters. You face who knows what currents of misfortune.

Hercule Poirot: I tell you, mon vieux, I feel the presence of evil all about me. The sooner we reach Wadi Halfa, the better.

Mrs Otterbourne: If you please, leave me alone.
Hercule Poirot: Well, if we have disturbed you, we are both desolate.
Mrs Otterbourne: Oh, life can be so cruel! One must be brave, very brave, to bear the calumnies of life. Here, barman! This crocodile has lost its "croc"!

Mrs Otterbourne: Will you not join me for a little refreshment? This marvellous little man here has just made me the most extraordinary concoction out of native fruit juices. It's called a "Golden Sepik" and is named after the god of the ancient city of "Crocodilopolis".
Hercule Poirot: Not for me, thank you very much.
Col. Johnny Race: Sometimes I do take the hair of the dog, but never the scale of the crocodile.

Hercule Poirot: I'm referring to the Potsdam pearls, Madame, which belong to Madame Doyle and which have been abducted.
Mrs. Van Schuyler: Abducted?
Hercule Poirot: Dérobé. Purloined. Pinched.

Hercule Poirot: [pointing the Manager of the Karnak towards the bathroom] There is a dead cobra over there. Please do me the kindness of having it removed.