- Det. William Henry Blore: Now come the alibis! What's yours, doctor?
- Dr. Edward Armstrong: I resent that, Blore! I am a professional man!
- Judge Arthur Cannon: My dear doctor, that proves less than nothing. Doctors have gone mad before. Judges have gone mad. So have policemen, and, if I may say so,
- [smiling at Ilona]
- Judge Arthur Cannon: even actresses.
- Ilona Bergen: Frequently. In fact, some say the sane ones are in the minority.
- Mike Raven: [At the dinner table] Now how does that old song go?
- General Mandrake: My dear sir, what old song?
- Mike Raven: Well, you know sir, uh, the old nursery rhyme. "The ten little Indians". There's a copy of the rhyme hanging on the wall in my room upstairs.
- Hugh Lombard: That's funny. There's a copy in my room, too.
- Ann Clyde: And mine.
- Mike Raven: Well then, who's with it? Who's got the first line?
- Ann Clyde: Ten little Indians went out to dine, / One choked his little self, and then there were nine.
- Mike Raven: That's it. Strictly nurseryville. Then what happened?
- Ilona Bergen: Nine little Indians, staying up quite late, / One went away, and then there were eight.
- Ann Clyde: There's a copy of the song on the piano in the lounge, too. Mr. Owen seems very interested in little Indians.
- Mike Raven: [Scene moves to the lounge. Raven is at the piano, while the General is playing bridge with Miss Bergen, Judge Cannon, and Doctor Armstrong] Eight little Indians travelin' to Heaven, / One met a pussycat, then there were seven. / / Seven little Indians choppin' up sticks, / The chopper finished one of them, and then there were six. / / Six little Indians playin' with the hive, / A bumblebee stung one, and then there were five. / / Five little Indians goin' in for law, / One got Chancery and then there were four. / / Four little Indians feelin' all at sea, / A red herring swallowed one, and then there were three. / / Three little Indians walkin' in the zoo, / A big bear hugged one, then there were two. / / Two little Indians sittin' in the sun, / One gets all frizzled up, then there was one.
- Ilona Bergen: [General Mandrake slams something on the table] It's alright, General. He's down to his last little Indian.
- General Mandrake: Thank God for that.
- Mike Raven: One little Indian boy left all alone, /
- [holding his finger to his lips]
- Mike Raven: Shh... / So he went out and hanged himself, and then there were none.
- General Mandrake: And now, sir, will you be good enough to cease that infernal noise?
- Mike Raven: My public - bless them!
- General Mandrake: [returning to the game of bridge and bidding] One no trump.
- Judge Arthur Cannon: I find it a singular lapse of manners - a house party, and the host the last to arrive!
- Mike Raven: It happens.
- Judge Arthur Cannon: Not to me, young man.
- Ilona Bergen: How utterly marvelous! You all came to a house party without knowing your host!
- Hugh Lombard: Well, what about you, Miss Bergen?
- Ilona Bergen: Darling, it happens to me all the time!
- Ilona Bergen: [entering a silent room of six with Ann Clyde] Oh my dears, you look absolutely stricken.
- Ilona Bergen: [weighing up the assembled group] I'm sure you all know the story of the two Englishmen cast away on a desert island who never spoke to one another because they hadn't been introduced!
- Ann Clyde: I'm Ann Clyde, Mr. Owen's secretary. Did he leave any instructions for me?
- Frau Grohmann: No, miss. We want a word with Mr. Owen ourselves when he arrives. They never told us at the agency the size of this place or that we'd have to look after eight guests.
- Ilona Bergen: I don't think that's any of our concern. Miss Clyde, shall we join the others?
- Frau Grohmann: [under her breath] Bitch.
- Ilona Bergen: I think I'll have trouble with Her Ladyship before the weekend's out.
- Hugh Lombard: SPOILER:
- [last lines]
- Hugh Lombard: Why did you trust me ?
- Ann Clyde: Why did *you* trust me ?
- [staring deep into Hugh's eyes]
- Hugh Lombard: Maybe it's because of this...
- [kisses Ann passionately]
- General Mandrake: [as they are standing/kneeling over a lifeless body] The fellow's intoxicated. Disgusting.
- Ilona Bergen: He's dead drunk!
- Dr. Edward Armstrong: No, Miss Bergen. Not drunk. Just dead.
- Hugh Lombard: In the first place, I don't want to get killed. In the second place, I sure as hell don't want to get bumped off for someone else!