David Suchet credited as playing...
Hercule Poirot
- Samuel Naughton: Was the accommodation all right?
- Hercule Poirot: No, Monsieur Naughton, the accommodation was all wrong.
- Samuel Naughton: Oh.
- Hercule Poirot: The duck feather pillows; I fear the little ducks are still in them.
- Samuel Naughton: Perhaps he was frightened away by ghosts. Well, then. How about a nice kipper? They're fresh today.
- Hercule Poirot: My tisane, two slices of bread, toasted on one side only, if you please.
- Captain Hastings: Ghosts, did you say?
- Samuel Naughton: Well, yes. Haunted house, Marsdon Manor, where he went last night. They say it's full of them.
- Hercule Poirot: You have seen them yourself?
- Samuel Naughton: Well, no. Not personally I haven't, of course.
- Hercule Poirot: How do you know they are fresh?
- Samuel Naughton: Sorry?
- Hercule Poirot: The kippers.
- Samuel Naughton: Oh, yes. They're fresh all right. We get them delivered twice a week from Grimsby.
- Hercule Poirot: So it is the place of the untold evil, crawling with the spirits of the living dead?
- Samuel Naughton: Grimsby?
- Captain Hastings: Marsdon Manor.
- [last lines]
- Chief Inspector Japp: [in the Wax Museum] Well, I suppose we'd better be leaving. Catch our train.
- Hercule Poirot: Oh, no no no no no no no, no, Chief Inspector. It is still early, and the exhibits here are quite remarkable, n'est-ce pas? To be immortalized in such a fashion unique, ah! quelle honneur. Now I wonder what is around here.
- [he stands beside a model of himself]
- Captain Hastings: Oh, very impressive.
- Chief Inspector Japp: Quite incredible.
- Captain Hastings: It's a masterpiece.
- Chief Inspector Japp: A true work of art.
- Captain Hastings: That's his curly hair to a T.
- Chief Inspector Japp: Even got the little dimples on his cheeks.
- [they walk up to a model of Chaplin]
- Chief Inspector Japp: Look.
- Captain Hastings: A real piece of craftsmanship, wouldn't you say?
- Captain Hastings: Ah, Poirot. Sleep well?
- Hercule Poirot: Like the top, Hastings. I am turning and spinning all of the night.
- Samuel Naughton: You worked it all out now, my who-done-it?
- Hercule Poirot: No, Monseiur Naughton, I do not give another thought to your who-done-it. The brain of Hercule Poirot is like a finely tuned engine of the motor-car; it does not run on the cheap, low-grade fuel.
- Hercule Poirot: Mr. Naughton, perhaps you would oblige us with a little more of your most illustrious apple sauce?