Robert Morley

"The problem with the international affairs is, that they attract foreigners."

Hector Enderby: "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..."
Miss Marple: "Me, Mr. Enderby. Good morning, Inspector. My late mama's, of course."

"I must say inspector, it is unusual for an Englishwoman to prefer reading when she could be riding, but it is possible."

"It would be a working arrangement, of course. You run the hotel and I'll run the stable. Well... [Miss Marple makes a disapproving face] ...you run the stable and I'll run the hotel."

Hector Enderby: "Miss Marple, I would deem it an honour if you'd at least stay the day and be my guest at the hunt."
Miss Marple: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Enderby, but I disapprove of blood sports."
Hector Enderby: "That was a very narrow escape!"