Agatha Christie's Partners in Crime

Inspector Marriott:
I'm sorry we meet again in these circumstances.

Tuppence Beresford:
I'm glad it's you, Inspector.

Tuppence Beresford:
Are men really so stupid as to have affairs with their best friends' wives?

Tuppence Beresford:
Something is wrong somewhere, but I'm damned if I know where.

Tommy Beresford:
It's curious how few people there are whose real name is Smith!

Tuppence Beresford:
Blunt's Brilliant Detectives have not only played Sherlock Holmes but Cupid.

Phyllis Betts:
[lasciviously] Tell me, just how blunt are you, Mr. Blunt?

Tommy Beresford:
[Referring to the Countess] Isn't she spiffy?

Randolph Wilmot:
[Observing a young woman fall down in a nightclub] If that's what drink can do to a young woman, then our Prohibition laws are correct.

Tommy Beresford:
[Referring to Tuppence] "Eileen O'Hara! Too impossibly Irish for words!" is how she put it.

Cicely March:
She seems to have more perception than you, Mr. Blunt

Tommy Beresford:
Well, in matters concerning women she just cannot be deceived. She taught me how to tell a peroxide blonde from a natural one. Golden hair has to be the genuine article to take me.

Tommy Beresford:
Anyhow, you're far more likely than I to know where an old lady would hide things.

Tommy Beresford:
The same place as a young lady.

Monica Deane:
When will you arrive, Mr. Blunt?

Tommy Beresford:
Unexpectedly.

Tommy Beresford:
[to Monica Deane] Now remember, there's no need to be afraid any more. Blunt's Brilliant Detectives are on the job now!

Albert:
[Excitedly] Just looked out the window and saw something beginning with M!

Tommy Beresford:
Uh, motorcycle?

Albert:
Nope.

Tuppence Beresford:
Monkey?

Albert:
Nope.

Tommy Beresford:
Mussolini?

Albert:
Don't be daft!

Inspector Marriott:
We at the yard believe this gang is a bit la-te-dah.

Tuppence Beresford:
Oh, blue-blooded?

Tommy Beresford:
Nobs?

Tuppence Beresford:
Upper class?

Inspector Marriott:
[Nods] That sort of thing.

Inspector Marriott:
Do you happen to have a magnifying glass?

Tommy Beresford:
Do we have a magnifying glass? [In feigned effrontery] What sort of detective agency do you think this is?

Tuppence Beresford:
I think it's fun mixing business and pleasure.

Hank Ryder:
[Drunkedly laughing] Beresford... you know what? You've got two heads!

Tommy Beresford:
But I've only got one hat.

Inspector Marriott:
Well, two rotten apples don't spoil the harvest.

Tuppence Beresford:
Nor make a harvest. [Marriott looks at her with puzzlement]

Hannah MacPherson:
[to Esther] You're a painted woman, my girl. Mark my words, you'll come to no good.

Tuppence Beresford:
I don't like it... especially the idea that there was so little arsenic.

Tuppence Beresford:
I swear we will solve this case. I don't know how, but we will, even if it kills us.

Gilda Glenn:
Are you really a priest? A Roman Catholic priest?

Tommy Beresford:
Very few of us are what we appear, but I do listen to confessions.

James Reilly:
Well, uh, did you see that creature who was trailing us up here just now. She calls herself Gilda Glenn, and I've worshipped her for years.

Tommy Beresford:
From afar or at close quarters?

Lord Leconbury:
[In reference to Gilda] Beautiful creature, of course, but the brains of rabbit.

Tommy Beresford:
A man doesn't stab himself with a hatpin!

Tuppence Beresford:
I know! That's what's so baffling!

Tuppence Beresford:
[as Tommy is toiling over a crossword puzzle in the newspaper] Haven't you anything better to do?

Tommy Beresford:
[Sneezes] As titular head of a detective agency in an apparent and, I hope, temporary fall in the crime rate... the answer, my darling wife, is... no, I haven't anything better to do.

Montgomery Jones:
I take it, you're Mr. Blunt.

Tommy Beresford:
You do... take it.

Tommy Beresford:
Australians, I've been told, drive very recklessly.