Movie: Murder on the Orient Express (Murder on the Orient Express) (2017)

- It seems our luck a little bit worse.
One passenger train is dead. Monsieur Ratchett.
- Still got to him.
- Do you think killed him?
- No, no, I just thought he was not disease, but the enemies he had.

If we give the matter to the police, they'll just choose the culprit. Probably Marquez because his last name is Marquez. Or Arbuthnot, because of the color of the skin. Only you can ensure fairness.

- I must catch the steamer the next day he would set sail from France.
I bet that without you. They all had plans.
- You blame the fact that I am wasting my time, Mr Beech.
- Madam, I can't answer for snow drifts.
- You can, because you're the boss!
- I have a conference in Turin!
And I have a meeting at the factory in Sochaux.
Yes, some events are in the hands of God. And not for us to decide if we deserve to get to where you planned, or as Lucifer doomed to fall.

- How long we will be here to stay?
- It is necessary that someone did something.
- Of course, I do something I do nothing. Exactly two hours and ten minutes ago we arrived in Brod on schedule. And the head of the station probably guessed that something had happened and had already sent a team that will dig up the engine and clear the way. Until then, I assure you, all of you will be warm, hearty and quite comfortably.

- You sell fake gangsters and here's the result. I'm looking for criminals, I'm not defending them.
So you're saying "no" to my dirty money?
- You say "no", Mr Ratchett.

If afterlife exists, I will appear before the court, as we all do. But, hell, I'm not in a hurry there.
- I have you at gunpoint?
- No, not you. The whole world.
- I live in this world. Take it away.

My second husband said the same thing. Oh, no, first. Yes, the smartest of all men, a face like a turnip. But I loved this turnip.

- I think you have the wrong compartment.
- The train is full, and it seems that we are with you, how to say it... roommates.
- Here is how?
- I also do not like. But it's cozy.

Travel pleasure: spices, mosques, men, but in the end still miss my bed.

We celebrate when good fortune smiles upon us and share with others.

I feel the very soul of the city in these simple, humble bread. The whole world is intent on destruction, rather here every day in order quietly baked masterpieces.

Imperfections stick out like the nose in the middle of the face. Because of this, life is unbearable, right? However, it is very convenient for the investigation of crimes.

- I tell you no, I don't like your face.
- And my cake like that?
- Above all praise.

- You're not against people of other races.
Depends on the race.