[Reading Watson's palm]

Oh, I see two men. Brothers. Not in blood, but in bond.

What of Mary?

M for Mary, for Marriage. Oh, you will be married.

Go on.

Oh, I see patterned tableclothes, oh! China figurines, oh, and lace doilies!

[mutters]

Doilies.

Lace doilies? [He realizes that Holmes must have paid the fortune teller to rip him off] Holmes? Does your depravity know no boundaries?

No.

Oh, she turns to fat! And oh, she has a beard!

What of the warts?

Oh she's covered in warts.

Enough.

[over Watson]

Are they extensive?

Please, enough!

It's the most apt prediction Flora has made in years, and precisely the reason you cannot find a ring.