““No,” said Miss Marple. “Murder isn’t a game.”

“Miss Marple twinkled at me.”

“"Well", said Miss Marple. "Are you going to let her get away with it?" There was a pause, then Father brought down his fist with a crash on the table. "No", he roared — "No, by God I'm not!" Miss Marple nodded her head slowly and gravely. "May God have mercy on her soul," she said.”

“Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue”

“We are no longer worried that children are missing school because of video games, though. We are worried that they are murdering their classmates because of video games.”

“If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.”

“Murder isn’t — it really isn’t — a thing to tamper with lightheartedly.”

“Nothing he said indicated that he was that angry. I mean, there’s a difference between angry and murderous. Isn’t there?
Less than you’d think.”

“It’s a game against the clock, but what isn’t?”

“Unfortunately, there would be no live casting of the game, hence we will have to miss the game.”