John Watson: You didn’t kill Mary. Mary died saving your life. It was her choice, no-one made her do it. No-one could ever make her do anything. The point is, you did not kill her.
Sherlock Holmes: In saving my life, she conferred a value on it. It is a currency I do not know how to spend.
Culverton Smith: Please! Please, please, please, no violence. Thank you, Dr Watson. But I don’t think he’s a danger any more. Leave him be.
Sherlock Holmes: No, it’s OK. Let him do what he wants. He’s entitled. I killed his wife.
John Watson: Yes, you did.
Sherlock Holmes: I will share with you the facts and evidence as they were available to me, and in this very room, you will all attempt to solve the case of Blessington The Poisoner.
John Watson: I think you slightly gave away the ending.
Sherlock Holmes: There were five main suspects.
John Watson: One of them called Blessington.
Sherlock Holmes: But it’s more about how he did it.
John Watson: Poison?
Sherlock Holmes: OK.
Nurse: I was just saying, I love your blog.
Sherlock Holmes: Great, thanks.
John Watson: It’s my blog.
Sherlock Holmes: It is, he writes the blog.
Nurse: It’s yours?
John Watson: Yes.
Nurse: You write Sherlock’s blog?
John Watson: Yes.
Nurse: It’s gone downhill a bit, hasn’t it?
John Watson: The last person you’d think of. I want you to be examined by Molly Hooper. Do you hear me? I said Molly Hooper.
Sherlock Holmes: You’re really not going to like this.
John Watson: Like what?
Molly Hooper: Um, hello. Is, er… I’m sorry, Sherlock asked me to come.
John Watson: What, two weeks ago?
Molly Hooper: Yeah, about two weeks.
Sherlock Holmes: If you’d like to know how I predict the future…
Sherlock Holmes (about Smith): That creature, that rotting thing is a living, breathing coagulation of human evil. And if the only thing I ever do in this world is drive him out of it, then my life will not have been wasted.
John Watson: How did you get him in the boot?
Mrs Hudson: The boys from the cafe.
Sherlock Holmes: They dropped me! Twice!
Mrs Hudson: And do you know why they dropped you, dear? Because they know you.
Mrs Hudson: Right then, mister! Now, I need your handcuffs. I happen to know there’s a pair in the salad drawer. I’ve borrowed them before. Oh, get over yourself! You’re not my first smackhead, Sherlock Holmes!
Sherlock Holmes: Woman’s out of control! I asked for a cup of tea!
Sherlock Holmes: Once more unto the breach, dear friends! Once more! Or close the wall up with our English dead! Set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide! Hold hard the breath and build up every spirit to his full height! On! On, you noblest English whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here the mettle of your pasture. Which I doubt not for there is none of you here so mean and base that hath not noble lustre in your eyes! I see you standing like greyhounds in the slips, straining upon the start! The game’s afoot. (Shakespeare)
Sherlock Holmes: Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own.
Faith Smith: Are we going to walk all night?
Sherlock Holmes: Possibly. It’s a long word.
Faith Smith: What is?
Sherlock Holmes: “Bollocks”.