Jacqueline De Bellefort: [of Doyle] I was mad last night. I might have killed him. Do you think he'll ever forgive me?

Miss Bowers: It's more than likely. It's been my experience that men are least attracted to women who treat them well.
Mrs. Van Schuyler: Come on, Bowers, time to go. This place is beginning to resemble a mortuary.

Miss Bowers: Thank God you'll be in one yourself before too long, you bloody old fossil!
Jim Ferguson: You damn froggy eavesdropper.

Hercule Poirot: Belgian! Belgian eavesdropper!
Mrs. Van Schuyler: What you need is a nice cool holiday. I was thinking of a trip through the Gobi Desert.
Simon Doyle: Somehow, I don't think Monsieur Poirot is a very keen reader of romantic novels, Mother.

Mrs Otterbourne: Well, of course he is! All Frenchmen are. They're not afraid of good, strong sex!
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.
Jacqueline De Bellefort: [singing a line from the song "Frankie and Johnny" to Simon Doyle] He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong!
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.
Mrs. Van Schuyler: You perfectly foul French upstart!

Hercule Poirot: Belgian upstart, please, madame.
Mrs. Van Schuyler: How would a little trip down the Nile suit you?

Miss Bowers: There is nothing I would dislike more. There are two things in the world I can't abide: it's heat and heathens.

Mrs. Van Schuyler: Good. Then we'll go. Bowers, pack.
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.
[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: Mon Dieu, j'ai faim.

Col. Johnny Race: [whispers] Poirot! You have a woman?

Hercule Poirot: Not femme, faim! I am... peckish.
Andrew Pennington: What the hell is going on?

Hercule Poirot: We're going through your private papers, sir, isn't that obvious?
Mrs. Van Schuyler: Shut up, Bowers. Just because you've got a grudge against her, or rather her father, no need to be uncivil.

Miss Bowers: *Grudge*? Melhuish Ridgeway ruined my family!

Mrs. Van Schuyler: Well, you should be grateful. If he hadn't, you would have missed out on the pleasure of working for me.

Miss Bowers: I could kill her on that score alone!
[repeated line]

Mrs. Van Schuyler: Temper, temper, Bowers!
Manager Of The Karnak: We have found it! We have found it! Oh goody goody! Oh goody goody gumdrops! This certainly takes the camel's hump, oh yes, and no mistake.
Mrs. Van Schuyler: Rules are made to be broken. At least *mine* are by *me*.
Mrs. Van Schuyler: [Remarking on Linnet's pearls] Oh, they're beautiful!

Linnet Ridgeway: Thank you.

Mrs. Van Schuyler: And extraordinary, if you know how they're made. A tiny piece of grit finds it's way into an oyster, which then becomes a pearl of great price, hanging 'round the neck, of a pretty girl like you.

Linnet Ridgeway: I never thought of it that way.

Mrs. Van Schuyler: Well, you should. the oyster nearly dies!
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.
[to Mrs. Van Schuyler and Miss Bowers]

Manager Of The Karnak: You are Mrs. and Ms. Otterbourne, righty?

Mrs. Van Schuyler: Wrong-y!
Andrew Pennington: [reading the newspaper] "Linnet Ridgeway marries penniless Prince Charming after whirlwind romance. They plan their honeymoon in Egypt." Jesus H. Christ!

Pennington's Business Partner: Don't you mean Tutankhamun?
Mrs. Van Schuyler: Keep a civil tongue in your head, Bowers, or you'll be out of a job.

Miss Bowers: What do I care? This town is filled with rich old widows willing to pay for a little groveling and a body massage. You go ahead and fire me.
Linnet Ridgeway: Bitch! Everywhere we go, she pops up.

Simon Doyle: Darling.

Linnet Ridgeway: Like some kangaroo in heat.
Col. Johnny Race: Oh, I haven't clapped eyes on you since, oh, that strange affair of the decapitated clergyman.
Dr. Ludwig Bessner: This, eh, chair is free, eh?

Jim Ferguson: In this world, comrade, nothing's free.
Hercule Poirot: The truth, yes. The truth. It's so difficult to tell.
Mrs Otterbourne: Do you tango, Colonel?

Col. Johnny Race: Poorly, I'm afraid, Miss Otterbourne.

Mrs Otterbourne: Then I shall teach you to do it correctly, as it was done in old Spain, when it was known as the "cheeker", that is to say, with a sensuous, *erotic* dash.
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.
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.
Simon Doyle: I hope you got her to see some sense.

Hercule Poirot: Alas, to her, sense is perpetual revenge.
Simon Doyle: Are you serious?

Hercule Poirot: I'm always serious, mon ami.
Simon Doyle: She has a hell of a temper and a mind of her own.

Hercule Poirot: She wishes to wear the trousers.

Simon Doyle: Yes. And a man can't have that, can he Mr P.?

Hercule Poirot: No. No.
Simon Doyle: It was like the moon after sunrise. You just don't notice it's there anymore.
Simon Doyle: Well, we've done it. We got rid of her at last.

Linnet Ridgeway: What did you expect? You're a genius.

Simon Doyle: Well, it's not bad for the Simple Simon.
Mrs. Van Schuyler: I seldom talk to strangers, but *never* to strange honeymooners.
Mrs. Van Schuyler: Amazing, if you know how they're made. A tiny piece of grit makes its way into an oyster which eventually becomes a pearl of great price hanging round the neck of a pretty girl like you.

Linnet Ridgeway: I never thought of it that way.

Mrs. Van Schuyler: Well, you should. The oyster nearly dies.
Miss Bowers: Sorry, Miss Ridgeway.

Linnet Ridgeway: Mrs. Doyle, Mrs. Simon Doyle.
Mrs Otterbourne: I'm sorry you should have taken "Passion Under the Persimmon Tree" that way. I assure you the intention was merely to show a young girl's heart beginning to beat to the primordial drum. Can't you see my dear that what I wrote was really quite flattering?

Linnet Ridgeway: Frankly, Miss Otterbourne, I don't consider being likened to a nymphomaniacal baboon, flattering,
Mrs Otterbourne: Philistine! I'll show you what reputation is about!
Andrew Pennington: These are the papers I told you needed signing. The lease on the Chrysler Building. Ah, let's see, the silver mine concessions, Baku oil transfers, and the Corn Crisp Choo-Choo merger.
Mrs Otterbourne: Oh, yes, rams. Lickerish, priapic, erotisch rams! How noble they are! With their proud flanks, flared nostrils, and unashamed curled horns.
Jim Ferguson: Karl Marx said that religion was the opium of the people. For your mother, it's obviously sex.
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.
Jacqueline De Bellefort: One must follow one's star wherever it leads.

Hercule Poirot: Even to disaster?

Jacqueline De Bellefort: Even to Hell itself.
Linnet Ridgeway: I say you're a quack.

Dr. Ludwig Bessner: Frau Doyle!

Linnet Ridgeway: What's more, you're a dangerous quack!
Mrs Otterbourne: You look very sleepy tonight, Monsieur Porridge.

Hercule Poirot: Yes, I'm extremely. I'm consumed by sleep, Madame. I don't know why, but I can hardly - keep my eyes open.

Mrs Otterbourne: Naughty. Me, too.
Mrs Otterbourne: I suppose that uncouth young man will appear now and attempt to seduce you. Well, don't let him succeed without at least the show of a struggle. Remember, the chase is very important.

Rosalie Otterbourne: Oh, mother!
Miss Bowers: I think a shot of morphia will meet the case. I've always found it very effective when Mrs Van Schuyler is carrying on.
Miss Bowers: Ferguson, you'd better go and get that - that "hun" doctor from next door.
Col. Johnny Race: After you gave Miss Jacqueline the morphia, she never stirred all night.

Miss Bowers: Exactly. Nervous reaction, booze, and morphia - together they'd have sunk the Titanic.
Miss Bowers: Poppycock. From whom did you hear that?

Hercule Poirot: From your own lips, Mademoiselle, three days ago.

Miss Bowers: How dare you listen to a private conversation!

Hercule Poirot: Some voices carry.
Simon Doyle: Only yesterday she was saying how - everybody around her on this boat was her enemy.

Hercule Poirot: We have reason to believe that she was right, Monsieur.
Rosalie Otterbourne: Last night, Monsieur. I was in her cabin to undress her and put her to bed.
Hercule Poirot: Let's make a little pause to freshen la toilette.
Hercule Poirot: It will take more than a serpent to interrupt the investigation of Hercule Poirot.
Manager Of The Karnak: How is the sleuthing going? With eminence and discretion? No one to put the hand-grips on?
Mrs. Van Schuyler: Impertinence! That stole was given to me in Romania by Crown Prince Carol himself. People are no respecters of other people's property.
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.
Mrs. Van Schuyler: Why are you looking at me in that "too familiar", Continental way?
Mrs. Van Schuyler: I am the nasty little eavesdropper, Madame. I heard that you much admire these pearls, that you would give "every tooth in your head to possess them".

Hercule Poirot: That bloody Bowers!
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: 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.
Mrs Otterbourne: Oh, the crime passionnel, the primitive instinct to kill, so closely allied to the sex instinct.
Mrs Otterbourne: My world is the world of grand love and passionate romance, not grubby murders.
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"!
Andrew Pennington: It may be the custom in Paris to go through other people's things, but we're not in Paris now!

Hercule Poirot: Brussels, sir! The country is...

Andrew Pennington: I don't care if it's Borneo!
Hercule Poirot: Let us change for dinner. J'ai faim.

Col. Johnny Race: Poirot, you have a woman?

Hercule Poirot: Femme is woman. J'ai faim. I am peckish.
Hercule Poirot: That's the normal sediment for a great bottle of Château Pétrus. Will you join me in some?

Col. Johnny Race: No, thanks. You stick to your wine, I'll stick to my whisky.
Dr. Ludwig Bessner: What do I have to do with the squalid affairs of the lower classes? It is well known they do not have neurosis, just animal passions!
Col. Johnny Race: I wouldn't go in there, if I were you. Dr Bessner is rather cross.

Mrs Otterbourne: My good man, I know that, but a little kraut crossness won't stop me now.
Mrs Otterbourne: I tell you that I, Salome Otterbourne, have succeeded where frail men have faltered. I am a finer sleuth than even the great Hercule Porridge.
Col. Johnny Race: Madam, do I understand that you have evidence to show who killed Mrs Doyle?

Mrs Otterbourne: You do and I have.
Hercule Poirot: It is time for these murders to stop. Already, I have, unfortunately, delayed too long, I would like to see everybody, please, in the saloon, when all will be revealed.
Simon Doyle: What piffle!

Hercule Poirot: Oh, no. It's not piffle.
Hercule Poirot: Quelle tragédie...
Hercule Poirot: I was hoping to recount to you my recent extraordinary experience on the Orient Express.
Hercule Poirot: Oh, mes petits! A word of advice, as they say in America, "Take it easy."
Hercule Poirot: One thing is certain, Madame Doyle was not killed by a fish

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Justina 2022-03-28 09:01:08

After watching it, I was stunned, this is the real detective film. At that time, I was fascinated by the "damn French guy", oh no, the "Belgian guy", and later I watched "Sin under the Sun", which is so classic.
Timmy 2022-03-26 09:01:10

2010.7.25 "The Nile Tragedy" is another exquisite blockbuster. Like this kind of mystery film with many characters and complicated relationships, it is a test for the director and a test for the audience. The director needs to explain the characters clearly. It is not enough to rely on the name. Just like the novel, I have not remembered almost a single character, but the plot is very clear. This is the director's skill - of course, I also memory ability. Converted a lot of scenes, eh