Inspector Craddock: For goodness sake, Miss Marple! Why didn't you ring?
Miss Jane Marple: The law may have a long arm, Inspector. Unfortunately, I haven't.

Inspector Craddock: There have been stupid murderers, you know.
Miss Jane Marple: She's a timid woman, not a stupid one.

Hector Enderby: [the Inspector trips over a saddle on the floor of the foyer] Do you see that?
Inspector Craddock: Can't really miss it, can you?
Hector Enderby: It's a Broadbeech side saddle. Broadbeech, Northampton. Vintage too. Well, have a look. Have a look at the date, behind the stirrup iron.
Inspector Craddock: It says, er...
Hector Enderby: No don't tell me, I'll tell you. 1882. No, I'm lying to you. 1885.
Inspector Craddock: Right.
Hector Enderby: I can tell you who it belongs to, too. I've only glimpsed one of these once in the whole country. Lady Kirk-Brackwell.
Inspector Craddock: No, it belongs to...
[rolls his eyes and sighs in exasperation]
Miss Jane Marple: Me, Mr. Enderby. Good morning, Inspector.

Miss Jane Marple: [attempting to console her dance partner, who is dismayed that the orchestra has chosen to play a rock song] One must be tolerant of the young, Mr. Enderby. I remember my dear mama was quite horrified when she caught me dancing the Charleston in public.

Miss Jane Marple: [in riding habit] Oh, Miss Milchrest, good morning. How nice to see you again.
Miss Milchrest: [apparently frightened] Good morning.
Miss Jane Marple: Don't look so frightened, my dear. I've done my quota of murders for today.