The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes:
She is a lovely woman, Watson, with a face that a man might die for.

Dr. John Watson:
"A face a man might die for?" Unusual language for you, Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes:
A metaphor, Watson, nothing else.

Sherlock Holmes:
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems; give me work. Give me the most abstruse cryptogram, the most intricate analysis, and I'm in my proper atmosphere. Then I can dispense with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave mental exultation. That is why I have chosen my own profession, or rather, created it, for I am the only one in the world.

Dr. John Watson:
The only unofficial detective?

Sherlock Holmes:
The only unofficial consulting detective.

Sherlock Holmes:
It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data.

Sherlock Holmes:
Only a German is so uncourteous to his verbs.

Sherlock Holmes:
I am lost without my Boswell.

Sherlock Holmes:
You don't mind breaking the law?

Dr. John Watson:
Not in the least.

Sherlock Holmes:
Nor running the chance of arrest?

Dr. John Watson:
Not in a good cause.

Sherlock Holmes:
Oh, the cause is excellent.

Dr. John Watson:
Well, then I am your man.

Sherlock Holmes:
[undercover] It is but shallow and the concussion wears off.

Sherlock Holmes:
[undercover] I am so sorry, I think I'm going to faint.

Irene Adler:
[disguised] Good night, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Dr. John Watson:
The best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman's wit. He used to sneer much at the cleverness of women but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler or when he refers to that woman, it is always under the honourable title of *the* woman.

Sherlock Holmes:
There's money in this case, Watson, if there's nothing else.

[first lines]

John:
[surprising two burglars] Got you!

[Irene enters with a gun, and gestures with it for the burglars to drop their knives]

1st Burglar:
Now look here! [Irene gestures for the burglars to leave]

John:
But, ma'am...

[the burglars leave by the window]

Irene Adler:
Close the window, John.

Dr. John Watson:
[narrating] To Sherlock Holmes, she was always The Woman, the beautiful Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.

[last lines]

Dr. John Watson:
[narrating] There is but one woman to him: the beautiful Irene Adler of dubious and questionable memory.

Dr. John Watson:
[Watson and a disguised Holmes travel by hansom cab to Irene Adler's home to retrieve a compromising photograph] Well, the question is, where to find the photograph? I mean, the house has twice been burgled.

Sherlock Holmes:
Ah, she was too clever for them. She is a remarkable woman.

Dr. John Watson:
Well, they must have searched very thoroughly.

Sherlock Holmes:
*They* did not know how to look.

Dr. John Watson:
And how will you look?

Sherlock Holmes:
I shall not look.

Dr. John Watson:
What, then?

Sherlock Holmes:
I will allow her to show me.

Dr. John Watson:
[bursts out laughing] But she'll refuse!

Sherlock Holmes:
She will not be able to. Ah, we draw near the scene of action. We had better walk from here.

[knocks on the ceiling of the cab]

King of Bohemia:
What a woman! What a queen she would have made! Is it not a pity she was not on my level?

Sherlock Holmes:
From what I have seen of the lady, yes indeed, she is on a very different level to your Majesty.

Sherlock Holmes:
Was there a secret marriage?

King of Bohemia:
None.

Sherlock Holmes:
No legal papers or certificates?

King of Bohemia:
None.

Sherlock Holmes:
Then I fail to follow your Majesty. If the person should produce your letters for blackmailing or other purposes, how is she to prove their authenticity?

King of Bohemia:
There is the writing.

Sherlock Holmes:
Pooh, pooh! Forgery!

King of Bohemia:
My private writing paper.

Sherlock Holmes:
Stolen!

King of Bohemia:
My own seal.

Sherlock Holmes:
Imitated!

King of Bohemia:
My photograph.

Sherlock Holmes:
Bought!

King of Bohemia:
[slowly saying] We... were both in... the photograph.

Sherlock Holmes:
Oh dear, dear, dear. Yes, that is very bad. Your Majesty has certainly committed an indiscretion.

Sherlock Holmes:
My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don't know.

Dr. Watson:
I suppose that, homely as it looks, that thing has some deadly story linked to it. That is the clue which will guide you in the solution of some mystery and the punishment of some crime.

Sherlock Holmes:
It is so awkward doing business with an alias.

Henry Baker:
At this season of the year, more than ever, we must not deprive those we love. Or even those to whom we are married.

Peterson:
Mr. Holmes, the goose! The goose, Mr. Holmes!

Sherlock Holmes:
Well, what of it, man? Has it come back to life and flapped off through the kitchen window?

Sherlock Holmes:
Watson, we have been given a line of investigation which has been missed by the police and which a singular chance has placed in our hands. Now let us follow it to the bitter end.

Dr. Watson:
[mutters, shivering] Extremely bitter.

Sherlock Holmes:
Faces to the south, then, and quick march!

[first lines]

Catherine Cusack:
[answering phone] Countess of Morcar.

Catherine Cusack:
Thanks. [hangs up] My God! She's back. She's getting out of the carriage. Come on, Ryder, get a move on!

Sherlock Holmes:
Mrs Hudson, we shall turn dinner into supper, and we will follow up this clue while it is still hot.

Mrs. Hudson:
[mutters] Which is more than the supper will be.

[last lines]

Dr. Watson:
Midnight. Merry Christmas, Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes:
And to you, my dear friend.

Dr. Watson:
Just a minute. Holmes, I cannot contemplate eating while John Horner is still on remand. Do you suppose Bradstreet or one of his colleagues might still be at their desks?

Sherlock Holmes:
Eh, well. You're quite right, Watson. Come, let's go.

[first lines]

Dr Watson:
Something wrong?

Sherlock Holmes:
To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived.

Sherlock Holmes:
Dear Miss Hunter, as your mind is already made up, the matter *is* settled.

Dr Watson:
I wonder what desperate circumstances could occasion such an appeal.

Sherlock Holmes:
I have devised seven separate explanations, each of which would cover the facts as far as we know them.

Dr Watson:
Oh, and which one do you favour, Holmes?

Sherlock Holmes:
At the moment, I have no favourites. Data, data, data! I cannot make bricks without clay!

Dr. John Watson:
We cannot theorize without data, I'm afraid.

Jephro Rucastle:
Why do you think I keep that door locked?

Violet Hunter:
I'm sure I don't know.

Jephro Rucastle:
It is to keep people out who have no business there!

Sherlock Holmes:
There has been some villainy here.

Jephro Rucastle:
Where is my daughter?

Sherlock Holmes:
It is for me to ask you that!

Toller:
Someone's loosed the dog! He's not been fed for two days!

[last lines]

Dr Watson:
[after reading Holmes his account of the case] There, Holmes. Your verdict.

Sherlock Holmes:
An admirable account, Watson.

Dr Watson:
Oh, you don't think I've put "too much colour and life" into it?

Sherlock Holmes:
Oh, my dear friend, I humbly defer such considerations to your excellent literary judgement.

Dr Watson:
[after a pause] Good.

Sherlock Holmes:
I should allow no sister of mine to accept such a situation.

Mrs. Toller:
Mr. Fowler, being a persevering gentleman, as a good sailor should be, blockaded the house.

Sherlock Holmes:
And having met you, succeeded by certain arguments, metallic and otherwise, in convincing you that your interests were the same as his?

Mrs. Toller:
Mr. Fowler was a very kind-spoken, free-handed gentleman.

Dr. John Watson:
What delightful little farms these are, don't you agree? Aren't they fresh and beautiful?

Sherlock Holmes:
Do you know, Watson, it is one of the curses of having a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject.

Dr. John Watson:
Well, it doesn't make the scenery any less admirable, does it?

Sherlock Holmes:
You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.

Dr. John Watson:
Good heavens, who would associate crime with these dear old homesteads?

Sherlock Holmes:
They always fill me with a sudden horror. It is my belief Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.

Dr. John Watson:
What do you say, Holmes?

Sherlock Holmes:
What can I say? Major Murphy, you have told me *nothing*!

Sherlock Holmes:
Whoever heard of a dog running up a curtain?

[last lines]

Dr. John Watson:
Holmes, there's just one thing I don't understand. If the Colonel's name was James and Wood was called either Henry or Harry, them who the deuce was David?

Sherlock Holmes:
Ah, my dear Watson, that name 'David' should have told me the whole story had I been the ideal reasoner which you are so fond of depicting, but, alas, my powers of deduction failed me. You see, 'David' in this case was evidently used as a term of reproach.

Dr. John Watson:
Reproach?

Sherlock Holmes:
Don't you remember how King David sent Uriah the Hittite into the forefront of the battle to die so that he might steal his woman Bathsheba? I think you will find the story in the first or second Book of Samuel. My Old Testament is a little rusty.

Dr. John Watson:
You're quite right, Holmes. Second Book of Samuel, Chapter 11, verses 14-17. You appear to have looked it up yourself since we returned home from Aldershot.

Sherlock Holmes:
How did you know?

Dr. John Watson:
You used this bill from our meal at Waterloo as a bookmarker, did you not?

Sherlock Holmes:
Excellent, Watson.

Dr. John Watson:
Elementary, my dear Holmes. [leaves the room] Good night, old fellow.

Dr. John Watson:
How absurdly simple...

Sherlock Holmes:
Quite so. Every problem is absurdly simple when it is explained to you.

Sherlock Holmes:
His family has owned land in Derbyshire for over five hundred years, so I presume that Mr. Cubitt is as respectable as he is worthy.

Dr Watson:
[while looking out the window at Mr. Cubitt] With a fresh face, an open countenance, and wearing a brown bowler hat.

Sherlock Holmes:
[not realizing Watson was looking out the window] Oh no, you can't possibly know that!

Dr Watson:
[smirking] Really, Holmes?

Doctor Carthew:
By George! How ever did you see that?

Sherlock Holmes:
Because, Dr. Carthew, I looked for it.

Dr. John Watson:
Do you think he'll be armed?

Sherlock Holmes:
He's a fool if he's not.

Abe Slaney:
Well, gentlemen, it looks like you've got the drop on me but what the hell is going on?

Sherlock Holmes:
What one man can invent, another can discover.

Dr. John Watson:
Sherlock Holmes is cheerful, so Sherlock Holmes must have a case.

[first lines]

Hilton Cubitt:
Elsie, what's the matter? Elsie!

[last lines]

Dr Watson:
[narration] And so the dancing men, which had so often been the agents of evil, were finally used on the side of justice. Abe Slaney was condemned to death at the Darby assizes, but his sentence was changed to penal servitude in consideration of mitigating circumstances in the certainty that Hilton Cubitt had fired the first shot. Mrs Cubitt made a complete recovery and lives still at Ridling Thorpe Manor.

Sherlock Holmes:
[voiceover] I had not been back in Baker Street more than half an hour when...

Mrs. Hudson:
[Holmes places French Legion of Honour medal in his desk drawer as he hears Mrs. Hudson outside his rooms] But you cannot go up there, sir!

Moriarty:
[Holmes then takes a small pistol from the desk drawer moments before Moriarty bursts in through his door] You have less frontal development than I should have expected. [notices Holmes' hand in his pocket] It is a dangerous habit to finger loaded firearms in the pocket of one's dressing-gown. [Holmes slowly removes the small pistol from his pocket, c*cks it, and carefully places it on the table in front of him]

Dr. John Watson:
[Holmes signals Watson to let him in through a window to their quarters at 221B Baker Street, gestures for silence, then quickly makes his way to a corner near the front windows] What is it?

Sherlock Holmes:
Airguns. A rather special airgun, in fact. Watson, would you have any objection to drawing the blinds, casually, as if you were alone in this room?

Sherlock Holmes:
Watson, I think you know me well enough to understand that I am by no means a nervous man, but it is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.

Sherlock Holmes:
This robbery has been carefully planned over months, even years, by a master criminal.

Director of the Louvre:
But what professional criminal would want to own the Mona Lisa? That is madness; he can't sell it.

Moriarty:
[Moriarty suddenly thrusts his hand inside his coat, prompting Holmes to reach for his pistol, but Moriarty only pulls out a small notebook to read from it] You frustrated me in the affair of the French gold.

Sherlock Holmes:
Ah, so it *was* you behind "The Red-Headed League." A very ingenious and well-contrived idea.

Moriarty:
High praise, from you. You crossed my path first on the fourth of January. By the middle of February I was seriously inconvenienced by you and at the end of March I was absolutely hampered in my plans. And now with this last business in France, you have placed me in such a position by your continual persecution that I am in positive danger of losing my liberty. The situation is becoming an impossible one.

Sherlock Holmes:
Have you any suggestion to make?

Moriarty:
You must drop it, Mr. Holmes. You really must, you know.

Moriarty:
I am quite sure that a man of your intelligence will see that there can be but one outcome to this affair. It is necessary that you should withdraw. You have worked things in such a fashion that we have only one resource left. It has been an intellectual treat to me to see the way in which you have grappled with this matter, but I say, unaffectedly, that it would be a grief to me to be forced to take an extreme measure. [Holmes smiles slightly] Oh, you smile, sir, but it really would, I do assure you.

Sherlock Holmes:
Danger is part of my trade.

Moriarty:
This is not danger. It is inevitable destruction. You stand in the way not merely of an individual but of a mighty organization, the full extent of which, even you, with all your cleverness, have been unable to realize. You must stand clear, Mr. Holmes, or be trodden under foot.

Sherlock Holmes:
Now I am ready to close on him.

Dr. John Watson:
If he doesn't close upon you first.

Dr. John Watson:
Won't you stay the night?

Sherlock Holmes:
No, it's too dangerous for you if I stay here.

Sherlock Holmes:
[while disguised] My dear Watson, you haven't even condescended to say good morning to me.

Dr. John Watson:
Would you be rid of me?

Sherlock Holmes:
No, except for the reasons I've given.

Sherlock Holmes:
You will find me a very dangerous companion now.

Dr. John Watson:
I'm not leaving you, Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes:
[voiceover as his last letter to Watson] Goodbye, and good luck, and believe me to be, my dear fellow, very sincerely yours, Sherlock Holmes.

[first lines]

Dr. Watson:
[voiceover] When I returned to Baker Street from a short holiday in the spring of 1891, I had seen little of Holmes for some time. I saw in the papers that he had been engaged by the French Government upon a matter of supreme importance, but I could hardly foresee that it would have so violent a consequence. It lies with me now to tell for the first time what took place between Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarty in that fateful year.

[last lines]

Dr. Watson:
It's with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished. I shall ever regard him as the best and the wisest man I have ever known.

Dr. John Watson:
You didn't write this? There is no sick Englishwoman at the hotel?

Herr Steiler:
No, but it has the hotel mark. Of course! There was a tall old Englishman who came here after you had gone. He said...

[Watson realizes it was a trap and runs back, horrified]

Moriarty:
If you are clever enough to bring destruction on me, rest assured, I shall do as much for you.

Sherlock Holmes:
You have paid me several compliments, Mr. Moriarty. Let me pay you one in return when I say that if I were assured of the former eventuality, I would, in the interests of the public, cheerfully accept the latter.

Moriarty:
I can promise you the one, but not the other.

Dr Watson:
I didn't know you had a brother.

Sherlock Holmes:
Oh yes. And I can assure you that he possesses a far greater faculty for observation and deduction than I do.

Dr Watson:
Holmes, I know that you are a modest man... [Holmes laughs]

Sherlock Holmes:
If the art of the detective began and ended in reasoning from an armchair, my brother would be the greatest criminal agent that ever lived.

Mycroft Holmes:
Look at those two men, Sherlock. What do you make of them?

Sherlock Holmes:
Of the billiard-marker and the other?

Mycroft Holmes:
Precisely.

Mycroft Holmes:
Sherlock has all the energy in the family.

Mycroft Holmes:
Come in, Sherlock! Come in, sir! You don't expect such energy from me, do you, Sherlock, hmm?

Sherlock Holmes:
How did you get here?

Mycroft Holmes:
I passed you while you were in the telegraph office.

Sherlock Holmes:
Can you not find a magistrate to sign this warrant for us?

Inspector Gregson:
At this hour?

Sherlock Holmes:
At this very minute. Or kidnapping could become murder!

Inspector Gregson:
I can but try.

Sherlock Holmes:
Please do.

Inspector Gregson:
The law cannot be hurried, Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes:
The nest is empty and the birds are flown.

Mycroft Holmes:
I'm not built for running, Sherlock.

Sherlock Holmes:
There's danger enough for the two of us.

Sherlock Holmes:
Why the police, Mr. Latimer? Were you expecting to meet them?

Mycroft Holmes:
I believe this is your revolver, sir. [holds it to criminal's head]

Sherlock Holmes:
Well, brother mine, we seem to be headed down the path of crime.

[last lines]

Dr Watson:
What'll become of her?

Sherlock Holmes:
After questioning, nothing. It's not a crime to have a cold heart and not a single shred of compassion.

Dr. John Watson:
Come along, Holmes, that bandage tells of adventures. Now what happened?

Sherlock Holmes:
After breakfast, my dear Watson. Remember I have breathed thirty miles of Surrey air this morning.

Annie Harrison:
You suspect someone?

Sherlock Holmes:
I suspect... myself.

Annie Harrison:
What?

Sherlock Holmes:
Of coming to conclusions too rapidly.

Inspector Forbes:
I know about your methods. You're ready enough to use our information, then you try and finish the case yourself and bring discredit on us.

Sherlock Holmes:
On the contrary. In my last 53 cases, my name has appeared in only four and the police have the credit in 49. I don't blame you for not knowing this. You are young and inexperienced. But if you wish to get on in your duties, you will work with me and not against me!

Sherlock Holmes:
What a lovely thing a rose is. There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion. It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again we have much to hope for from the flowers.

Dr. John Watson:
But Holmes, we can hardly suppose that the thief took the treaty in order to frame it and hang it on his wall.

Mrs. Hudson:
[referring to the recovered Naval treaty] A "Scotswoman's breakfast" indeed! A silly bit of paper!

Sherlock Holmes:
Help yourself to tobacco from the Persian slipper.

Sherlock Holmes:
You are the stormy petrol of crime, Watson.

Sherlock Holmes:
*That* is of enormous importance.

Sherlock Holmes:
I've got what I want. Run.

[last lines]

Mrs. Hudson:
Mr. Holmes. Hot water.

Sherlock Holmes:
[laughs] Thank you.

Percy Phelps:
[referring to Holmes] He really is the most inscrutable fellow, Watson.

[Contriving an excuse for Percy Phelps to leave his country home, Holmes reunites with Phelps and Dr. Watson the next morning at 221B Baker Street]

Dr. John Watson:
[noticing Holmes' bandaged hand] Holmes! You're wounded!

Sherlock Holmes:
Oh, it's only a scratch through my own clumsiness. Good morning, Mr. Phelps, This case of yours is certainly one of the darkest I have ever investigated.

Sherlock Holmes:
You mentioned your name just now as if I should recognize it but I can assure you beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a solicitor and a Freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing about you whatever.

Inspector Lestrade:
Well, Mr. Holmes, there's no denying that you have been of use to the force once or twice in the past.

Dr. John Watson:
Thank heavens he was wearing his trousers.

Sherlock Holmes:
Could it be that for once Lestrade is on the right track?

Dr. John Watson:
A man's bank account can tell us as much as his diary.

Inspector Lestrade:
Anything more you'd like to ask, Mr. Holmes?

Sherlock Holmes:
Not until I've been to Blackheath.

Inspector Lestrade:
You mean Norwood.

Sherlock Holmes:
[smiling] No doubt that is what I must have meant.

Sherlock Holmes:
You've found something?

Dr. John Watson:
No, it's what I haven't found that interests me.

Sherlock Holmes:
[about a newly discovered thumbprint on the wall] And I suppose there is no doubt that the mark was there yesterday?

Inspector Lestrade:
Well, of course, McFarlane could have crept out of jail in the middle of the night just to strengthen the evidence against himself.

[first lines]

Dr. John Watson:
Thank you, George.

Sherlock Holmes:
From the point of view of the criminal expert, London has become a singularly uninteresting city.

Dr. John Watson:
Well, I hardly think you'll find many decent citizens to agree with you.

Sherlock Holmes:
Well, well, well, one must not be selfish. The community's the gainer and no-one the loser, save the poor unfortunate specialist whose occupation has gone.

[last lines]

Jonas Oldacre:
See you hang for this!

Sherlock Holmes:
That privilege must surely be mine.

Dr. John Watson:
What are you going to do?

Sherlock Holmes:
To smoke. It is quite a three-pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes.

Sherlock Holmes:
Watson, we are spies in an enemy's territory.

Sherlock Holmes:
I never guess.

Sherlock Holmes:
Excellent, Watson. You have a future as a cartographer.

Sherlock Holmes:
[about Inspector Jones] He is an absolute imbecile at his profession but he does have the tenacity of a lobster when he gets his claws into someone.

Athelney Jones:
[about Sherlock Holmes] He has the makings of a detective in him.

Athelney Jones:
[about Sherlock Holmes] Our friend here's a wonderful man for starting a chase. All he needs is an old dog to help him do the running down.

Sherlock Holmes:
You, sir, should know, being not only the resident manager but also the director.

Mr. Merryweather:
I should know and I do know!

Vincent Spaulding:
I beg you to take your filthy hands off me! You may not be aware that I have royal blood in my veins. And be so kind as to say "sir" and "please" when you address me.

Athelney Jones:
All right. Would you please, sir, mind marching upstairs where we'll get a cab to transport your highness to the police station?

Vincent Spaulding:
That's better. Gentlemen.

[bows]

[first lines]

Sherlock Holmes:
Hm!

Dr. John Watson:
[entering] Oh. Sorry, Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes:
No no. You couldn't have come at a better time.

Dr. John Watson:
Well, I was, I was afraid you were engaged.

Sherlock Holmes:
I am. Very much so.

Sherlock Holmes:
Now I begin to think my reputation, such as it is, will suffer shipwreck if I am so candid. 'Omne ignotum pro magnifico.'

Dr. John Watson:
[to Mr. Wilson] Everything becomes commonplace by explanation.

Sherlock Holmes:
Watson, that is a very loose translation!

[last lines]

Sherlock Holmes:
Sometimes I think my whole life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence.

Dr. John Watson:
No no, you are a benefactor of the race, Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes:
Well, maybe it is of some little use after all. "L'homme c'est rien - l'oeuvre c'est tout," as Gustave Flaubert wrote to Georges Sand. Hm?

Sherlock Holmes:
I don't suppose you've read my monograph on cigars and cigar ash?

Inspector Lanner:
[mumbles] Well, I, um...

Sherlock Holmes:
No, of course not.

Sherlock Holmes:
The actual facts are very simple.

Inspector Lanner:
But what proof?

Sherlock Holmes:
I'll have it before the day is out.

Dr. John Watson:
[on the state of the room] I dare say Mrs Hudson will be a little put out when she sees all this.

[last lines]

Dr. John Watson:
I thought I'd call it "The Brook Street Mystery". No?

Sherlock Holmes:
Well, I myself would prefer "The Resident Patient", but please do not let me influence you. "The Brook Street Mystery" no doubt would suffice.

Carruthers:
Get out of this house!

Woodley:
All right! I'm going. I'm not interested in old men. And old maids!

[first lines]

Sherlock Holmes:
Watson.

Dr Watson:
Yes?

Sherlock Holmes:
Watch. [they move to his chemistry setup] The chemical reaction you are about to witness will solve the mystery concerning the persecution of Mr John Vincent Harden.

Dr Watson:
Oh. Excellent! The tobacco millionaire. Shall I take notes?

Sherlock Holmes:
No, I will dictate in the fullness of time.

Sherlock Holmes:
What happened to spoil it?

Violet Smith:
A visitor.

Sherlock Holmes:
Mr. Woodley.

Violet Smith:
However did you guess, Mr. Holmes?

Sherlock Holmes:
Miss Smith, I never guess.

Dr Watson:
Did I *really* do remarkably badly?

Sherlock Holmes:
[ponders] Yes!

[last lines]

Dr Watson:
Is that the answer, Holmes?

Sherlock Holmes:
Yes, that is the answer, Watson. Come on, let me explain.

Woodley:
You're too late, she's my wife!

Carruthers:
No, she's your widow. [Shoots him]

Sherlock Holmes:
Mrs. Hudson, do you think you could bring this young lady a hot cup of coffee, for I observe you are shivering.

Helen Stoner:
It is not cold which makes me shiver.

Sherlock Holmes:
What, then?

Helen Stoner:
It is fear, Mr. Holmes. It is terror!

Sherlock Holmes:
Well, you must not fear. We shall set matters right; have no doubt.

Sherlock Holmes:
You have come by train, I see, this morning.

Helen Stoner:
You know me, then?

Sherlock Holmes:
No, but I observe the second half of a return ticket in the palm of your left glove. You started early, but you had a drive in a dog-cart, along heavy roads, before you reached the station. There is no mystery, my dear lady: the left arm of your jacket is spattered with mud in no less than seven places, the marks are fresh. There is no vehicle save a dog-cart which throws up mud in that particular way, and then only when you sit on the left-hand side of the driver.

Helen Stoner:
You are perfectly correct.

Julia Stoner:
[falls to the ground, writhing in pain] Oh, my God, Helen! It was the band... the speckled band!

Dr. Grimesby Roylott:
You scoundrel, sir. I've heard of you before! You are Holmes the meddler, Holmes the busybody, Holmes the Scotland Yard Jack-in-office!

Sherlock Holmes:
[short burst of laughter] Your conversation really is most entertaining. If you would close the door, on your way out, as there is a decided draught.

Dr. Grimesby Roylott:
[having just bent Holmes' fireplace poker in half] I am a dangerous man to fall foul of.

Sherlock Holmes:
Ah, Watson, it's a wicked world. And when a clever man turns his brain to crime, it's the worst of all.

Sherlock Holmes:
[while examining Miss Stoner's window, Holmes turns and sees Watson examining the ground] What are you doing, Watson?

Dr. John Watson:
Well, I'm using your methods, Holmes; seeing whether the ground has been disturbed.

Sherlock Holmes:
And what have you come up with?

Dr. John Watson:
Your footprints, I believe, [Holmes laughs] and mine and Miss Stoner's. And this. [points to pawprint of a leopard]

Sherlock Holmes:
When a doctor goes wrong, he is the first of criminals. He has nerve. He has knowledge. Palmer and Pritchard were among the heads of their profession; this man strikes even deeper.

Sherlock Holmes:
Miss Stoner, it is very essential that you absolutely follow my advice in every respect. Your life may depend on it.

Helen Stoner:
I assure you that I'm in your hands.

Dr. John Watson:
You evidently saw more in those rooms than was visible to me, Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes:
No. But I probably deduced a little more.

Sherlock Holmes:
You will excuse me while I satisfy myself as to this floor.

Dr. Grimesby Roylott:
Which one of you is Holmes?

Sherlock Holmes:
My name, sir, but you have the advantage of me.

Sherlock Holmes:
These are very deep waters.

Sherlock Holmes:
Do not fall asleep. Your very life may depend on it.

[first lines]

Thorne:
[chasing a boy] Come here, lad.

Dr. Grimesby Roylott:
What are you doing on my property?

Thorne:
Come to claim back what's rightfully mine, sir. That thieving young rascal made off with some horseshoes and a bag of nails from my smithy.

Dr. Grimesby Roylott:
Where is your proof?

Thorne:
The proof is I'll find 'em there. Now, I don't want to be forced to call the police.

Dr. Grimesby Roylott:
These people are guests of mine, but you are trespassing, Mister Thorne.

Thorne:
I'm not frightened of you, Doctor.

Dr. Grimesby Roylott:
Get off my land!

Sherlock Holmes:
Let us meet again at one, under the clock at Waterloo Station. That is, if you've finished your breakfast by then. Oh, and your revolver. I would be obliged if you would slip it into your pocket; an Eley No. 2 is an excellent argument against gentlemen who can twist steel pokers into knots.

[last lines]

Sherlock Holmes:
Last night when I attacked the snake and drove it back through the ventilator, I roused its snakish temper, causing it to turn upon the next person that it saw.

Dr Watson:
Doctor Grimesby Roylott. So you, Holmes, were indirectly responsible for his death.

Sherlock Holmes:
I cannot say that it is likely to weigh very heavily on my conscience.

[after Dr. Roylott storms out, Holmes picks up the poker he bent and laughs]

Sherlock Holmes:
What a very amiable person. I am not quite so bulky, but...

Sherlock Holmes:
[With a sudden effort, he straightens the poker out again] Fancy his having the insolence to confound me with the official police force. This incident gives zest to our investigation.

[Holmes and Watson cross the grounds of the Roylott estate at night, heading towards the house when Holmes stops]

Sherlock Holmes:
Down! [Holmes and Watson crouch in the tall grass as an animal crosses their path]

Dr. John Watson:
My God, what's that?

Sherlock Holmes:
It's the baboon. This is a nice household.

Sherlock Holmes:
Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.