Doctor Edward Armstrong : You ran me off the road!
Anthony Marston : Well I may have overtaken you, but my great-aunt drives with more zip, and if you can't control your car, you really shouldn't be behind the wheel.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : You little shit! You ran me off the road and then have the temerity to tell me it's my fault?
Judge Lawrence Wargrave : Please, gentlemen, there are ladies present.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : I'm sorry. It's been a long week.
Anthony Marston : Your right, a hand shake between gentlemen. Put it there Armstrong. Let's be pals.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : I'm sorry, is there a problem?
Fred Narracott : [Puts down two suitcases] That's as far as my fee will take me, sir.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : [Scoffs] For God's Sake!
[Takes his suitcase]
Judge Lawrence Wargrave : [the Judge is too frail to take his suitcase] Davis? Davis?
[Taps his suitcase with his cane]
Judge Lawrence Wargrave : If you would please.
Detective Sergeant William Blore : [Take's the Judge's suitcase reluctantly] Of course.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : [Hands Mrs. Rogers a drink mixed with medicine] Here it's mild, but it will help you sleep.
[Turns to Rogers]
Doctor Edward Armstrong : I suspect Rogers there will be questions about our host only you can answer.
Thomas Rogers : Yes sir.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : A few minutes then to settle your wife.
[He leaves and listens at the door]
Ethel Rogers : I told you! I told you!
Thomas Rogers : Pull yourself together woman! Stop flapping your trap you dosy bitch!