TV series: And then there were none (And Then There Were None)

- I already like you, Mr. Pig.
- You arrogant prick. Oh, damn it! I'm sorry, miss Clayton.
- No, you're right: he's an idiot. *laughs*

How many people he saw in the loop. How it changes a person...

- All of us hunting. If the island is someone else, I'll find him and make his twenty-second victim. Put it right between the eyes bullet.
How can you say that? So easily?!
- I open my mouth and words come pouring.

- All of us hunting. If the island is someone else, I'll find him and make his twenty-second victim. Put it right between the eyes bullet.
How can you say that? So easily?!
- I open my mouth and words come pouring.

I know who I am, and that retribution will overtake me.

- Such a moment always comes. Before the attack, attack, bombing, chaos - a moment of absolute calm. Listen. Isn't this like the calm before the storm?
- I never said I wanted to rest, General.
- The harbour is not visible from here, so they do not see us. We are cut off; rats in a barrel. And this is the calm before the slaughter.

I hope you don't throw a tantrum, miss Clayton? Hysterical women are so boring.

- Lombard, you bloody butcher!
And I admit it. So either I mentioned for effect, or one I told the truth in a room full of liars.

- You horrible person! Men like you have been at risk of our missionaries!
- Oh, these are your missionaries with their God and syphilis! I was not the only white murderer in Africa, miss Brent.

It's amazing how people are beginning to gnaw the conscience, when they safely get home.

I hate this custom of leaving the men to smoke cigars and tell stories.
- Miss Clayton, traditions hold us together in the face of impending chaos.

I hate this custom of leaving the men to smoke cigars and tell stories.
- Miss Clayton, traditions hold us together in the face of impending chaos.

- Come on, miss Clayton. If it makes you happy, I am ashamed that I was staring at.
Mr. Lombard, I doubt that you are capable of something to be ashamed of.
- Smart girl.

- Tonight, at some point, one of these decrepit stumps to speak about the war. Then he asks whether I regret we missed the past and say that we should burn with desire to do his duty in the next. Though it will not.
- There's always next war.