Agatha Christie's Marple2004

Mrs. Lee:
Read your palm for sixpence.

Mike Rogers:
Go on then. And call them. [hands her a coin] Going to be rich, am I?

Mrs. Lee:
Every night and every morn, some to misery are born. Every morn and every night, some are born to sweet delight.

Mike Rogers:
Sixpence for that? You're naught but a laugh.

Mrs. Lee:
Some are born to sweet delight,

Miss Marple, Mrs. Lee:
some are born to endless night.