Basil, wait. I didn't mean we'd....
Dawson
From that time on, Basil and I were a close team, and over the years we had many cases together. But I shall always look back on that first with the most fondness: My introduction to Basil of Baker Street: A great mouse detective.
Dawson
A surgeon to be exact. Just returned from military duty in Afghanistan. Am I right?
Basil
Quite simple, really. You've sewn your torn cuff together with a Lambert stich, which, of course, only a surgeon uses. And the thread is a unique form of cat-gut, easily distinguished by its peculiar pungency, found only in the Afghan provinces.
Basil
Actually, it's elementary, my dear Dawson.
Basil
Now, hurry along, Dawson! We must be off to Toby's.
Basil
Oh, you must meet him, he's just the chap for this.
Basil
Hah! I should think a stout-hearted army mouse like you would surely leap at the chance for adventure!
Basil
What?! Certainly not! This is no business for children.
Basil
My dear, I don't think you understand. It will be quite dangerous. [sits on his violin, snapping it in two] Why you-! Look what- [restrains himself] Young lady, you are most definitely not accompanying us! And that is final!
Basil
Ratigan, so help me, I'll see you behind bars yet!
Basil
How could I have been so blind?
Basil
Ratigan's proved he's more clever than I. He never would have walked into such an obvious trap.
Basil
It's finally happened! I've been outwitted!
Basil
Beaten! Duped! Made a fool of! So ridiculed and belittled!
Basil