Captain Hastings : Is there *anything* in the English cuisine that you like, Poirot?
Hercule Poirot : The English they do not have a cuisine, my friend, they have only the food.
Captain Hastings : Well, that's a bit harsh, i...
Hercule Poirot : Like the meat, overcooked, the vegetables too soft, the cheese inedible. And the day the English create their own wines is the day I return home to Belgium.
Captain Hastings : [giving Poirot a chip wagon serving of fish and chips] English cuisine. There's nothing like it in the world! You must agree, Poirot.
Hercule Poirot : Eh bien, Hastings, when it is cold and dark and there is nothing else to eat, it is...
[takes a small bite]
Hercule Poirot : passable.
[eats more chips]
