Quotes About Agatha

Agatha: The acid had lost a lot of potency … but it did get right in his eyes . Jiminez: It stings! Like a really mean grapefruit!

Agatha: I… I didn't realize there were other generals. Mamma Gkika: Ho! Hyu just met dose three old ogres on Castle Wulfenbach, yez? Iz a good thing dere's more of us den dot . Dun vorry. Ven dis iz all calmed down, ve'll make sure huy meet all of us. Agatha: … in the same room? At the same time ? Mamma Gkika: Dun vorry. Just bring a big stick .

It is odd how, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial.

They conceive a certain theory, and everything has to fit into that theory. If one little fact will not fit it, they throw it aside. But it is always the facts that will not fit in that are significant.

It is deplorable...to remove all the romance - all the mystery!

It would mean a good film, the story that you have recounted to me there - but it bears no sort of resemblance to everyday life.' 'I admit that I haven't gone into all the details, but-' 'You have gone farther - you have ignored them magnificently.

I, Hercule Poirot, am not amused.

Mon ami , let this be a lesson to you. You are a man . Behave, then, like a man ! It is against Nature for a man to grovel. Women and Nature have almost exactly the same reactions! Remember it is better to take the largest plate within reach and fling it at a woman's head than it is to wriggle like a worm whenever she looks at you!

Miss Bulstrode had another faculty which demonstrated her superiority over most other women. She could listen.

Oh! Do not excite yourself. Shall I say that he interested me because he was trying to grow a mustache and as yet the result is poor." Poirot stroked his own magnificent mustache tenderly. "It is an art," he murmured, "the growing of the mustache! I have sympathy for all who attempt it.

It seems odd that as far as I know nobody has yet been murdered for having too perfect a character! And yet perfection is undoubtedly an irritating thing!

Such a sweet letter from Lady Conway... You remember my telling you about her? Her memory's bad. Can't recognize her relations always and tells them to go away." "That might be shrewdness really," said Miss Marple, "rather than a loss of memory.

His poems have no capital letters in them, which is, I believe, the essence of modernity.

Nurse Leatheran has been giving me valuable information about the various members of the expedition. Incidentally I have learnt a good deal - about the victim. And the victim, mademoiselle, is very often the clue to the mystery.

The supernatural seems supernatural. But the science of tomorrow is the supernatural of today.

As far as it is possible for one upright Christian gentleman to dislike another upright Christian gentleman, Lord Caterham disliked the Hon. George Lomax.

Is she a very clever little actress, acting a part? Or is she a genuine semi-moronic suicidal victim?

She's had a long life of experience in noticing evil, fancying evil, suspecting evil and going forth to do battle with evil.

You seem to know a hell of a lot about everything, you little foreign cock duck.

It was very like a dream. Like all dreamers, however, I could not let my dream alone. We poor humans are so anxious not to miss anything.

I disdained to argue, and entrenched my curiosity behind a rampart of pretended indifference.

In my experience, bossy women seldom get themselves murdered. I can't think why not. When you come to think of it, it's rather a pity.

There was a moment's stupefied silence. Japp, who was the least surprised of any of us, was the first to speak.

Hercule Poirot stared hard at Superintendent Sugden's moustache. Its luxuriance seemed to fascinate him.