- Captain Hastings: I can assure you, Poirot, you wouldn't be seasick on the Queen Mary. Steady as a rock.
- Hercule Poirot: Hastings, it is twenty years ago that I came to this country in a boat across the channel. And still I am not recovered.
- Mr. McNeil: I'd have you know that in the five years that I have been head of security here, not so much as a paperclip has gone astray.
- Hercule Poirot: Monsieur McNeil, I'm sure if such a thing were to happen, you would be the man ideal for the case.
- [last lines]
- Hercule Poirot: You still have the hankering for the glamorous young woman, hein?
- Captain Hastings: No, no no, no, not at all, no. Quite the opposite, in fact. It's just that, well, there she was, as you say, a glamorous young woman, and with a bit of a wig and a few bits of make-up she could transform herself into that dowdy hag of a nurse.
- Hercule Poirot: Yes, it was indeed very well done, Hastings.
- Captain Hastings: But... Well, I mean... If a woman can do that one way, she can do it the other.
- Hercule Poirot: Oh, Hastings.
- Captain Hastings: Well, I mean then where are you?
- Hercule Poirot: At the beginning of wisdom, mon ami. Now, that also is something to celebrate, n'est-ce pas?
- Captain Hastings: The Queen Mary? Poirot, you're going too far.
- Hercule Poirot: No, Hasting, I'm going nowhere. Even to contemplate such a matter gives me the mal de mare.
- Hercule Poirot: I'm sorry.
- Mr. Shaw: Don't be. Prison can't be much worse than 25 years of the London & Scottish Bank.
- [first lines]
- Mr. Vavasour: Morning, Mr Shaw.
- Mr. Shaw: Morning, Mr Vavasour.
- Mr. Vavasour: Terrible weather, Mr Shaw.
- Mr. Shaw: Yes, shocking.
- Tom Franklin: But what about the search, Mr Poirot. Your Mr McNeil was pretty insistent.
- Hercule Poirot: I assure you, officer, Mr McNeil does not belong to me.
- Hercule Poirot: And yet you're traveling alone, Mademoiselle Brooks?
- Nurse Long & Miranda Brooks: Oh, you're never alone on a ship, Mr. Poirot. I'll see ya.
- Tom Franklin: But what about the search, Mr. Poirot? You're Mr. McNeil was pretty insistent.
- Hercule Poirot: I assure you, officer, Monsieur McNeil does not belong to me.