Hastings
[Reading headlines from the newspaper] "Belgravian Overseas Bank Clerk Absconds With Fortune".
How much is this fortune?
Hastings
Er... 90,000 pounds.
Hastings
It's a king's ransom, Poirot!
When it is used to ransom a king, it becomes interesting to Poirot.
And you, Hastings, do not you run away with such celerity. I have work for you too.
Hastings
Oh! Er... As a matter of fact, I was thinking of popping down to Sandown this afternoon... There's a horse running a pal of mine owns a leg of.
When he owns four legs, I pop with you. But now it's time for work, yes?
[As they trek through the muddy hillside to a cottage]
Hastings
Look at that view!
Yes, well, views are very nice, Hastings. But they should be painted for us so that we can study them in the warmth and comfort of our own homes. That is why we pay the artist for exposing himself to these conditions on our behalf.
Hastings
What do you mean conditions? It's a wonderful day. Just fill your lungs with that air.
No, my poor friend. This sort of air is intended for birds and little furry things. The lungs of Hercule Poirot demands something more substantial - the good air of the town!
[At Guy Fawkes Night]
Hastings
Where is Mrs. Japp tonight then?
She can't abide fireworks.
Ah, the noise disturbs the delicate sensibilities of many ladies.
Maybe, maybe. I think it's more that she doesn't like to see people enjoying themselves.
Hastings
Tell you what though, what a good night for a murder, eh? I mean, if somebody wanted to kill anybody, nobody would know if it was a gunshot or a firework.
But not so good, my friend, if your chosen method is strangulation.
Hastings
No. That's true, no.
Or poisoning, come to that.
[About complaint letters to Poirot's Chinese laundry service]
When the boy brings your laundry back, he brings the letters back too for me to explain to him.
So what do you say to him?
Well, I say: "Him collar no very good starchy". I show him the collars and say it.
Hastings, my friend, you spent some years in China, did you not?
Hastings
Absolutely. Fine fellows, fine fellows.
Did you ever have any trouble with your laundry?
Hastings
Yes, I did, as a matter of fact.
And what did you say to them?
Hastings
Well, I said: "Him collar no very good starchy".
That's where I got it from, sir. I asked the Captain knowing he'd been in the East.
But Hastings, my collars, they do not get any better.
Hastings
No. Neither did mine, now that I come to think about it. Why don't you get yourself some turn-down collars? They're much more the thing, you know.
The "thing", Hastings? You think Poirot concerns himself with mere "thing"ness? The turn-down collar is the first symptom of decay of the grey cells!
Hastings
[The car]'s been running like a bird since I've fitted the new gaskets.
Birds do not run, Hastings. When you were little, you should have paid more attention to your lessons in biology.
Hastings
You're really in a bad way, aren't you?
Well, my friend, as one approaches the end, one begins to see life as it truly is.
Arthur Hastings
How would you work out cubic what-you-call-'ems?
Arthur Hastings
Cubic thingummies. How do you work them out? I mean, this ceiling's, what, ten feet up, yes? So, do you multiply ten...
Hastings, I am trying to instruct you in the care of patent leather, something that will be of use to you in later life.
Arthur Hastings
Well, so will cubic whatsits. Suppose I had to survey something or something.
You do not deceive me, Hastings. You are having these eccentric thoughts because of this girl of yours, huh? This student of architecture.
Arthur Hastings
Well, we never seem to have anything to talk about. I tried reading a book about Bernini. She's very keen on Bernini. I couldn't make head or tail of it.
No, no, no, no, no, no, Hastings. Women do not wish to talk about Bernini and cubic thingummies. I don't know that she wants to talk about anything.
Arthur Hastings
She's never in when I call 'round to see her. I end up having tea with her mother every day.
Hastings
[Looking out the window during a flight] Looks just like a patchwork quilt, doesn't it?
[Terrified of heights, his eyes closed] No!
Hastings
Well, it does to me. Does to everybody else.
Hastings
I suppose you don't think [those clouds] look like a great mass of cotton wool.
Hastings
I don't think you've got any imagination at all, Poirot.
That is true, mon ami. But fortunately, you have enough for both of us.