| Sherlock Holmes |
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Head cocked to the left, partial deafness in ear: first point of attack. Two: throat; paralyze vocal chords, stop scream. Three: got to be a heavy drinker, floating rib to the liver. Four: finally, drag in left leg, fist to patella. Summary prognosis: unconscious in ninety seconds, martial efficacy quarter of an hour at best. Full faculty recovery: unlikely. |
| Inspector Lestrade | You were supposed to wait for my orders. | |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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If I had, you'd be cleaning up a corpse, chasing a rumor. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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My mind rebels at stagnation - give me problems, give me work. |
| Mary Morstan |
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It can seem a little far-fetched though sometimes, making these grand assumptions out of such tiny details. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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That's not quite right, is it? In fact, the little details are by far the most important. |
| Dr. Watson |
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You do know what you're drinking is meant for eye surgery? |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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You have the grand gift of silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion. |
| Lord Blackwood |
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Death... is only the beginning. |
| Irene Adler |
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Why are you always so suspicious? |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically? |
| Dr. Watson |
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Why is the only woman you've ever cared about a world class criminal? Are you a masochist? |
| Dr. Watson |
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[Holmes points his violin bow at Watson] Get that out of my face. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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It's not in your face, it's in my hand. |
| Dr. Watson |
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Get what's in your hand out of my face. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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It's a matter of professional integrity! No girl wants to marry a doctor who can't tell if a man's dead or not! |
| Groundskeeper | And when the dead walk, the living will fill these coffins. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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The game's afoot. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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It's a huge mistake to theorize before one has data. Inevitably, one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. |
| Inspector Lestrade | You know, in another life, you'd have made an excellent criminal. | |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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And you, sir, an excellent policeman |
| Inspector Lestrade | Now, please tell me you have some answers | |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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All in good time, Lestrade |
| Inspector Lestrade | All in good time? What is this, some parlor game where we have to guess what you're thinking? |
| Sherlock Holmes |
|
As to where I am, I was, admittedly, lost for a moment, between Charing Cross and Holborn, but I was saved by the bread shop on Southford Hill. The only baker to use a certain French glaze on their loaves - a Brittany sage. After that, the carriage forked left and right, and then a tell-tale bump at the Fleet conduit. And as to who you are, that took every ounce of my not-inconsiderable experience. The letters on your desk were addressed to a Sir Thomas Rothman, Lord Chief Justice, that would be the official title. Who you really are is, of course, another matter entirely. Judging by the sacred ox on your ring, you're the secret head of the Temple of the Four Orders in whose headquarters we now sit, located on the northwest corner of St. James Square, I think. As to the mystery, the only mystery is why you bothered to blindfold me at all. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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Madam, I need you to remain calm. And trust me, I'm a professional. Beneath this pillow, lies the key to my release. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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Data, data, data. I cannot make bricks without clay! |
| Lord Coward | How terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit to the wise. |
| Dr. Watson |
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She loves an entrance, your muse. |
| Dr. Watson |
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Relax. I'm a doctor. |
| Irene Adler |
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I've never woke up in handcuffs before. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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I have. Naked. |
| Irene Adler |
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You'll miss me, Sherlock. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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Sadly, yes. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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There's nothing more elusive than an obvious fact. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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This mustn't register on an emotional level. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
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First, distract target. Then block his blind jab. Counter with cross to the left cheek. Discombobulate. Dazed, he'll attempt a wild hay maker. Employ elbow block. And body shot. Block thorough left. Weaken right jaw. Now fracture. Break cracked ribs. Traumatize, solar plexus. Dislocate jaw entirely. Heel kick to diaphragm. |
| Sherlock Holmes |
|
In summary: jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm hemorrhaging. Physical recovery: 6 weeks. Full psychological recovery: 6 months. Capacity to spit at back of head...Neutralized. |
| Domestic | $209,028,679 |
| Foreign | +$315,000,000 |
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| Domestic | $209,028,679 |
| Foreign | +315,000,000 |