Evil Under the Sun

Flewitt: Morning, Poirot. I hope you have some good news for me. This case has been hanging fire for four months. Poirot: No, I'm afraid it's one of those rare cases where an insurance company must — laugh and lump it.

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Arlena: Oh, dear! I'm the last to arrive. Daphne: Have a sausage. You must be starving having to wait all that time in your room.

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Flewitt's Secretary: Hercules Parrot, sir! Poirot: Poirot, Mademoiselle; pucker your lips as though about to bestow a kiss! Poi-rot.

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Daphne: How about a cocktail, Monsieur Poirot? White Lady, a Sidecar, Mainbrace or Between the Sheets? Poirot: No, if I could have a Crème de Cassis or a Sirop de Banane. Do you have — banana syrup? Daphne: Certainly.

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Poirot: Pardon, Madame. Je m'excuse. Christine: Please stay. I'm just being silly. I wish I had more self-control, didn't show what I feel. Poirot: Well, that is sometimes not easy for the ladies.

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Rex: Anyway darlings, it must have cost you a pretty bundle closing a hit show like that. Would either of you care to comment on that? Odell: Why don't you go and play with yourself. Myra: Excessively. Rex: Is coarseness a substitute for wit, I ask myself?

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