- Typewriter: [opening visuals - closeup of a message being bang out on a typewriter] Are you lonely? Don't be lonely. I am here watching you.
- Typewriter: Chin-chin,
- Typewriter: A.B.C.
- [first lines]
- Cust: [at the front door] Mrs Marbury?
- Rose Marbury: Mm.
- Cust: [entering] Mr Cust.
- Rose Marbury: Rent is two and six a week, you pay up front and a week in hand.
- Cust: Ah.
- Rose Marbury: Some parcels got delivered for you. We took them up. I trust you're not going to be expecting that service regularly, carrying parcels. What do you think I am, a pack horse?
- Cust: You should have left them for me to carry.
- Rose Marbury: The brown paper items littering my vestibule? This is no post office.
- Cust: I'm very sorry to inconvenience you, Mrs Marbury.
- Rose Marbury: The front door is bolted at ten o'clock sharp. I don't hold with none of my gentlemen out carousing half the night. I don't hold with no topers and sots neither. Nor no bad language, profanities and blasphemies and the like. What I do hold with is old-fashioned manners. You mind your Ps and Qs and we'll get along nicely. The privy is in the yard. I prefer my gentlemen to not be cavalier in their use of the lavatory paper. It blocks up the pipes, and then who's got to get in there with a stick and break it up? Me, that's who. Are you just passing through or do you expect to be a long-term resident?
- Cust: That all depends.
- Rose Marbury: On what?
- Cust: The success of my enterprise.
- [last lines]
- Hercule Poirot: Inspector Crome, I gave my word to the dead. I cannot abandon them.
- Inspector Crome: Your word is worthless. You're not who you say you are. Who the hell are you?