Mr. Holmes

Sherlock Holmes:
I've decided to write the story down; as it was, not as John made it. Get it right, before I die.

Roger:
You're not going to die.

Sherlock Holmes:
I'm 93.

Roger:
I had a great-uncle who lived to be 102.

Sherlock Holmes:
Well done. That seals my fate. What are the odds that you would know two men who would live that long?

Roger:
Well, I didn't actually know him. [Holmes laughs]

[Holmes and Roger tend to some bees]

Roger:
You ever been bitten?

Sherlock Holmes:
Stung! Bees don't have teeth! [Mrs Munro appears]

Mrs. Munro:
You ever been bitten?

Sherlock Holmes:
No. I have never been bit.

Sherlock Holmes:
There seems to be an outbreak of mortality.

[Holmes explains a series of deductions about his last client]

Roger:
But all that just told you he was married. How did you know he'd come to see you about his wife?

Sherlock Holmes:
[smiles] Because when you're a detective, and a man comes to see you, it's usually about his wife.

Sherlock Holmes:
I was given a small chest containing the Watson stories, none of which I'd ever actually read. They were, as John always described them, penny dreadfuls with an elevated prose style.

Sherlock Holmes:
Exceptional children are often the product of unremarkable parents.

Sherlock Holmes:
A man abandoned his family and wrote his son a story. He wouldn't be the first to cloak his cowardice in a flag of sacrifice.

[first lines]

Sherlock Holmes:
You shouldn't do that. Tap the glass.

Boy:
How did you know I was going to?

Boy's Mother:
You must forgive my son, he loves bees.

Sherlock Holmes:
It isn't a bee, it's a wasp. Different thing entirely.

Roger:
[explaining to his mother the same way Mr. Holmes explained to him] The queen runs the colony. Drones service the queen. The workers do the work.

Mrs. Munro:
Isn't it true...

Sherlock Holmes:
One shouldn't leave this life without a sense of completion.

Sherlock Holmes:
I have been alone. All my life. But with the compensations of the intellect.

Ann Kelmot:
And is that enough?

Sherlock Holmes:
It can be. If one is so fortunate as to find a place in the world. And another soul with whom one's loneliness can reside.

Dr. Barrie:
What happens when you don't recall where the telephone is? Or you forget to turn off the gas? You can't live alone.

Sherlock Holmes:
I don't live alone, I have the housekeeper!

Sherlock Holmes:
And so ends the story about a woman who died before her time, and a man who had long outlived his.

Roger:
I shouldn't have said what I said.

Mrs. Munro:
Lesson there, then. Don't say everything you think.