The clip Defeating the spider from The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957)
My enemy seemed immortal.
More than a spider, it was every unknown terror in the worid,
every fear fused into one hideous night-black horror.
Still, whatever else had happened, my brain was a man's brain.
My intelligence still a man's intelligence.
An idea came to me. The scissors.
Too heavy for me to employ as a weapon, they might have another use.
If I could impale the monster with my hook,
fastened by a line to the scissors, then push the scissors off the ledge.
Whatever the risk, it was worth a try.
I knew, sooner or later, it would come charging down that web,
skimming out blackly toward me. One of us had to die.