Agatha Christie's Poirot1989

[Poirot is sick with the cold. He goes out to post a letter, and is startled by Hastings arriving in his car, honking the horn]

Captain Hastings:
[jovial] How is the cold, old boy?

Hercule Poirot:
And now you try to give me the heart attack? I would not be surprised if riding in that car was responsible for my present malady.

Captain Hastings:
She's much too much of a lady to give anyone a cold. She's running like a bird since I fitted those new gaskets.

Hercule Poirot:
Birds do not run, Hastings. When you were little you should've paid more attention to your lessons in biology.

Captain Hastings:
You're really in a bad way, aren't you?

Hercule Poirot:
[wistfully] Well, my friend... As one approaches the end, one begins to see life as it truly is.