Jamesir Bensonmum: She murdered herself in her sleep, sir.
Dick Charleston: You mean suicide?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh no, it was murder, all right. Mrs. Twain hated herself.
Detective Cranston: She is a weird little girl. Did you notice her tits? When I put the tube around her she looked at me, like she wanted me to feel her up.
Sherlock Holmes: No, Watson! The Queen wouldn't like it.
Kathy: I wanted vanilla twist.
Mario: Somebody's out there.
Mycroft Holmes: Ah Jenkins, we shall need a cab.