Murder Most Foul

H. Driffold Cosgood:
Now remember, all you have to do is speak your lines clearly, try not to trip over the furniture, and we'll run longer than "The Mousetrap" [a play by Agatha Christie that has run continuously since 1952] .

H. Driffold Cosgood:
[to Miss Marple] I'll fetch the scripts right away. [to Ralph] Ralph, call the theater. Tell them we're rehearsing on stage for a week...

Miss Jane Marple:
Mr. Cosgood, I wouldn't think I was anyone's idea of a detective.

H. Driffold Cosgood:
Not anyone's, dear Miss Marple, but you're mine. You're certainly mine.

Ralph Summers:
...and mine!

Miss Jane Marple:
[to Craddock] It may irritate you, Inspector, but sometimes women have superior minds. You'll simply have to accept it.

[last lines]

Miss Jane Marple:
Mr. Cosgood, whatever I may or may not be, I am definitely no angel... Good-bye! Good luck!

Miss Jane Marple:
He isn't drunk. He's dead.

Justice Crosby:
Madam, either you will need to cease knitting or I shall need to cease judging.

[the judge has just declared a retrial because the jury cannot agree on a unanimous verdict - it is Miss Marple whose verdict differs from all the other jurors]

Inspector Craddock:
[sighing] If ever there was an open-and-shut case, this was it. One member of that jury was being deliberately perverse.

[Miss Marple walks up]

Miss Jane Marple:
Many more than one, Inspector, I assure you. Eleven, to be precise.

Police Constable Wells:
That woman has made a mockery of my one and only murder.