Dr. John Watson: [Holmes points his violin bow at Watson] Get that out of my face. Sherlock Holmes: It's not in your face, it's in my hand. Dr. John Watson: Get what's in your hand out of my face.
Sherlock Holmes: My journey took me some what further down the rabbit hole than I intended and though I dirtied my fluffy white tail I have emerged, enlightened.
Mary Morstan: It does seem a little far-fetched, though. Making all these grand assumptions based on such tiny details... Sherlock Holmes: Mm, that's not quite right, is it? In fact, the little details are by far the most important.
Inspector Lestrade: And you were supposed to wait for my orders. Sherlock Holmes: If I had, you'd be cleaning up a corpse and chasing a rumor. Besides, the girl's parents hired me, not the Yard. Why they thought you'd require any assistance is beyond...
[after Holmes's booby-trap drives back Moriarty's assassins on the train] Sherlock Holmes: That was no accident. It was by design. Now, do you need me to elaborate... or can we just crack on?
[Holmes and Watson are searching Riordan's house] Sherlock Holmes: There's one odor I can't put my finger on. Is it candy floss, molasses...? Ah! Barley sugar. [Watson turns around to see two goons enter, one holding a... ] Dr. John Watson: ...Toffee...
A dog reflects the family life. Whoever saw a frisky dog in a gloomy family, or a sad dog in a happy one? Snarling people have snarling dogs, dangerous people have dangerous ones.
Each of us, I think, adopts a comfortable and familiar era or place in which to plant ourselves; and from then on, that which disagrees with our memories -- a new building here, a change in paint there -- is forever jarring and anachronistic.
Circumstantial evidence is a very tricky thing. It may seem to point very straight to one thing, but if you shift your own point of view a little, you may find it pointing in an equally uncompromising manner to something entirely different
I think my reputation will look after itself," Holmes said. "If they hang me, Watson, I shall leave it to you to persuade your readers that the whole thing was a misunderstanding.
[Holmes picks up a gadget from the midget's workshop and it turns out to be a taser, that sends Dredger flying across the room, crushing another thug who has Watson pinned] Dr. John Watson: Holmes? What is that? Sherlock Holmes: Je ne sais pas.
Dr. John Watson: No, not you, Mary and I. You are not... Sherlock Holmes: What? Invited? Why would I be not invited to my own brother's country home, Watson? Now you are not making any sense! Dr. John Watson: You are not human!
Sherlock Holmes: [to Lord Blackwood] I wonder if they'd let Watson and me dissect your brain. After you hang, of course. I'd wager there would be some deformity that would be scientifically significant. In that way, at least, you could serve some kin...
Take a pinch of snuff, doctor, and acknowledge that I have scored over you in your example.
There is a danger there - a very real danger to humanity. Consider, Watson, that the material, the sensual, the worldly would all prolong their worthless lives. The spiritual would not avoid the call to something higher. It would be the survival of t...
I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary, dismal, unprofitable world? See how the yellow fog swirls down the street and drifts across the duncoloured houses. What could be more ...
[Watson is sorting Holmes's un-read mail, in response to his demand for work] Dr. John Watson: Lady Radford reports her emerald bracelet has gone missing. Sherlock Holmes: [not looking up] Insurance swindle. Lord Radford likes fast women and slow pon...
Dr. John Watson: I'm on my honeymoon! [Watson kicks Holmes on the bum] Dr. John Watson: Why did you lead them here! Why did you involve us? Sherlock Holmes: They're not here for me they are here for you! Fortunately... so am I.
...Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierc...
No, the events which I am about to describe were simply too monstrous, too shocking to appear in print. They still are. It is no exaggeration to suggest that they would tear apart the entire fabric of society and, particularly at a time of war, this ...
The country inspector's face had shown his intense amazement at the rapid and masterful progress of Holmes' investigation. At first he had shown some disposition to assert his own position, but now he was overcome with admiration, and ready to follow...
