- Max Mallowan: Better make that eight for dinner, Fellowes, and let Agatha know.
- Fellowes: Yes, sir.
- Max Mallowan: And get a shovel to clear the path.
- Fellowes: Yes, sir.
- Max Mallowan: And do we have enough coal?
- Fellowes: Yes, sir. Three bags full, sir.
- Constable Stalker: How did you get the limp, sir? If you don't mind me asking.
- Inspector Stoppard: Ahhh... in the war. Got shot in the italian alps.
- Constable Stalker: Hmmm. Sounds painful.