Character: Ariadne Oliver

And someone starts talking about my creepy detective Sven Herson. How great he is. If only they knew, how I hate him! But my publisher has forbidden me to admit it.

- ... they now are ignorant, ' sighed Mrs Oliver. - No, really. All they know is the names of their favorite singers, pop bands or disc jockeys. And if you need a specialist, a doctor, say, or a detective, or a dentist, then they just ask my girlfriend, whom better to ask?

- She said she doesn't want to be rude, but... - you only listen! - I'm too old!
Mrs. Oliver hurried to comfort him:
- What do you want! If a person is over thirty-five, these young girls think it is almost half-dead.

- These cherries you recently? - He gently outlined the circle with a teaspoon, thinking to myself, "Not a room, and some the cherry orchard."
- In your opinion, too many of them? - asked Mrs. Oliver. - Wallpaper is so hard to guess. In your opinion, the old one was better?
Poirot strained my memory and before my eyes floated many strange colors of tropical birds in the middle of the jungle. He had nearly said, "Plus CA change, plus s'est la meme chose", but resist.

- Be sure to come and tell me everything. Coming? Today. I'll give you a Cup of tea.
The day I don't drink tea.
- Well, coffee.
- At this time of day I usually don't drink coffee.
- Chocolate? With whipped cream? Or broth? You're so fond of barley water. Lemonade? Orangeade? And if you prefer decaf, then I'll try to get...
- Ah sa, non, exemple! Decaf... It's downright abuse!
- Well, any of your favorite syrup. And, I know! I have somewhere in a cupboard there is a bottle of "Ribena".
What the hell is this?
- Vitamin drink of juice of black currant.
Right, I'm ready to give up. You offer so many temptations, Madam!

- You have everything you need, Madam?
- Yes, I have stocked up on everything. I have piles of paper and oceans of ink. And I'm sure Robin has gin. What else a girl needs?
- You brought your own ink?
- As always. Who am I without ink?!

- Mrs. Oliver, it must be nice to take and to write a book. A pleasure.
- Unfortunately, it is necessary not only to write but to think. I am inspired by the thought of fees.

They are up there so horribly noisy that it was impossible to work, and I had to join them.

- There are those who forgets nothing.
You about elephants? Forgive me, I thought about them all last night.
May I ask why?
Because I got stuck in my teeth, a piece of meringue.
- You know... the way logic works in mysterious ways.
- Meringue. Teeth. Bones. Ivory. You need to look for elephants!

And he looked her in the eye?
- He watched!