- Angela Pringle: Violet? Oh, you poor, dear child, you're trembling. What awful things have they been doing to you?
- Violet Lawson: Arthur, sweet Arthur, you've been so very kind. I'd like to show my appreciation. But, there's only one way I know how.
- Arthur Tate: Oh, it's not necessary, really.
- Violet Lawson: But, darling, it's something I'd enjoy doing. It'll give me a chance to experiment with the latest French techniques.
- Arthur Tate: Really?
- Violet Lawson: Of course, some of them are rather daring. You know the French. But, they'd be fun to try.
- Arthur Tate: I think I quite understand.
- Violet Lawson: But, we'll have to ask your mother first.
- Violet Lawson: I just couldn't endure looking into that gaping hole. The shame and humiliation.
- Arthur Tate: There, there.
- Violet Lawson: It's too much!
- Arthur Tate: There, there. It's all over now. Come on, men. Hop to it.
- Insp. Hobart: Mrs. Lawson, I must be blunt. When husbands vanish into thin air, it can be traced to one of three reasons.
- Violet Lawson: Three reasons?
- Insp. Hobart: Blonde, brunette, or redhead.
- Insp. Hobart: Nothing could justify such an outrageous humiliation. You know, she was even so tortured by the sight of the hole, that she began to fill it in herself. I mean, can you imagine that?
- Lily, Baroness von Lukenberg: Arthur. What a sweet name. You'd like to kiss me, wouldn't you, Arthur? You may if you want to.
- Insp. Hobart: Why should he choose this wretched spiders for his experiments? Why not something more *docile*? A fluffy bunny rabbit, perhaps?
- Marigold Marado: Arthur, darling, I believe in you. Do it for me as a very, very special favor. Please.
- [kiss]