Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows2011

Dr. John Watson:
[kicks the automobile in an approving manner] Not bad that. So, where are we going?

Mycroft Holmes:
[out of sight] In the future there'll be one of these machines in every town in Europe. [emerges out from under an overhanging roof]

Sherlock Holmes:
Loitering in the woodshed again, are we, Myckie?

Mycroft Holmes:
Good evening, Sherly.

Sherlock Holmes:
Yeah.

Mycroft Holmes:
I see your boot maker is ill, dear brother.

Sherlock Holmes:
As I detect that you have recently changed the brand of soap with which you shave.

Mycroft Holmes:
May I point out that the chimney in the front room at Baker Street is still in need of a damn good sweeping out?

Sherlock Holmes:
Are you aware that the hackney carriage by which you arrived had a damaged wheel?

Mycroft Holmes:
Yes, the left. And it's plain to the meanest intelligence that you have recently acquired a new bow for your violin.

Sherlock Holmes:
Same bow, new strings.

Dr. John Watson:
And may I deduce, Mycroft...good evening, by the way. [gives Mycroft his hand]

Mycroft Holmes:
No.

Sherlock Holmes:
[to Watson] He doesn't...

Dr John Watson:
Ah, well. May I deduce that you who rarely strays from the path that runs from your home to the Diogenes Club and never on a Monday when they serve your favourite potted shrimps must be here for some far more important reason than my stag party?

Mycroft Holmes:
You know he's nothing like as slow-witted as you've been leading me to believe, Sherly.