Miss Marple:
I sometimes wonder if the tale bearer is as guilty as the tale maker.
Cardew Pye:
Oops, my dear Miss Marple! You're being moral and forget you're among friends.
Emily Barton:
[
to Jerry] You know, it's striking me as most extraordinary irony that you managed to survive the war with such flying colors yet seem to find the peace so defeating.
Inspector Graves:
I can't help feeling , sir, that in this case, our man is a woman, if you get my drift.
Jerry Burton:
What's that?
Jerry Burton:
[
He looks at a photograph] Unh!
Emily Barton:
It's a photograph of a diseased spleen. Owen gave it to me.
Jerry Burton:
Was he out of chocolate?
Emily Barton:
He thought I might be interested. I'm not entirely frivolous, you know.
Jerry Burton:
Pretty ropey, I thought.
Emily Barton:
Hmmmm. There's something on his mind.
Jerry Burton:
Yes, a rotting spleen perhaps... or you?
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