The Spider Woman

Sherlock Holmes:
[on the pyjama suicides] Directing them is one of the most fiendishly clever minds in all Europe today. I suspect a woman.

Dr. John H. Watson:
You amaze me, Holmes. Why a woman?

Sherlock Holmes:
Because the method, whatever it is, is particularly subtle and cruel. Feline, not canine.

Inspector Lestrade:
Popycock. When a bloke does himself in, that's suicide.

Sherlock Holmes:
Unless a bloke is driven to suicide; in that case it's murder.

Dr. John H. Watson:
Driven? That *sounds* like a woman, doesn't it?

Sherlock Holmes:
Definitley - a female Moriarty. Clever. Ruthless. And above all, cautious.

Inspector Lestrade:
Where is he anyhow?

Dr. John H. Watson:
I'm blessed if I know. He said wait here, by the shooting gallery, and look inconspicuous.

Inspector Lestrade:
Inconspicuous? Oh...

[Lestrade starts whistling and inspecting the ceiling]

Dr. John H. Watson:
He said inconspicuous, Lestrade, not half-witted.

Sherlock Holmes:
I'm sorry, Watson. The pleasures of the chase are no longer for me. I'm through with crime forever.

Adrea Spedding:
I'm so sorry we have nothing in the house for burns. I so seldom get burned.

Sherlock Holmes:
A remarkable woman! Audacious and deadly as one of her own spiders!

Barker at Shooting Gallery:
Take a shot at Mussolini, Hirohito, or Hitler! Hit' en where their 'earts ought to be, and 'ear the 'ollow sound!

Sherlock Holmes:
I expect nothing... and everything.