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Yes, I have been swimming! There's nothing like the shock of cold water and rhythmic movement to stimulate the little grey cells.

It is not me that is hiding, it is you who are lying!

You see, it is folly to try and trick Hercule Poirot... even in a dead language.

I myself timed the journey. But then I was not running like a young gazelle, for obvious reasons.

Madame, there is nothing like a good night's rest to clear the little grey cells. Kindly ask all our friends to foregather in the lounge after they have finished their petit dejeuner, when all will be revealed.

Look, I was wrong about cherchez la femme. Sorry about that, but it's quite obviously cherchez le fruit. Rex, see, is the only one unaccounted for.

If I can't see you faces shining in every knife, fork and spoon, I'll have your guts for garters! Understood?

I could just kill that cow!

Thank you for those three hours of sheer, and unadulterated hell! This may come as a nasty surprise to you but shock absorbers have been standardized equipment on motorized vehicles for thirty years!

Linda, do stop standing there like a coughdrop and say good morning to Monsieur Poirot!

If it's fun you're looking for, darling, go play with the jellyfish.

Monsieur Poirot, you have the French obsession — I'm sorry, Belgian obsession — with crime passionnel. But you're barking up the wrong tree.