- Miss Marple: It's the book of Revelation... Chapter six, verse eight. "And I looked and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."
- Bertie: Don't like the sound of that.
- Miss Marple: Well, it's the Bible, dear; I'm not sure you're meant to.
- Miss Marple: One must face things as they are. The truth, however awful, can never be as bad as, huh, one's imaginings .
- Bradley: You know my calling, I presume?
- Miss Marple: Turf commission agent.
- Bradley: Interested in horses, perhaps? Betting? Any particular horse you have in mind?
- Miss Marple: A pale horse.
- Bradley: [laughing] Very good, very good.
- Miss Marple: Thanks.
- Bradley: Oh, you yourself, if I may say so, uh, seem to be rather a *dark* horse.
- [Last lines as Miss Marple bids goodbye to Mark Easterbrook and Ginger Corrigan outside The Pale Horse]
- Ginger Corrigan: [to Mark Easterbrook] According to Inspector Lejeune, Mr Bradley still can't believe you were a stooge. He really did think you wanted me out of the way.
- Miss Marple: Oh, I suspect, my dear, that nothing can be further from the truth. Well, I'd, uh, I'd better be, um...
- [Miss Marple picks up her valise and walks away as the two kiss]
- [first lines]
- Mrs Davis: August, qu'est-ce que tu bois? Shaw, Harmondsworth. God forgive me! Wickedness!