Character: Dr. John Watson

- Well?

- It's just that we're not being inspected, sir. That never happened.
- Spot check. Captain John Watson, Fifth of Northumberland.
- Sir. Major Barrymore will want to see you. He will be unhappy.
- Let's postpone the acquaintance for later, first a full bypass. Now, freely. It's an order, Corporal.
- Yes, sir!
Sherlock: - It was beautiful.
John: - I haven't trumped it in a long time!
S.: - Nice?
D: - Oh yeah!

- No, I guaranteed the execution.

- You've never complained about my methods before.
- I've never complained! When have I ever complained about your honing of cello skills at 3 a.m., or your mess, your complete lack of hygiene, your experiments on my dog, or the fact that you steal my clothes?

Please be alive.

- Not that he couldn't. How do you talk about horses?
- Dangerous at both ends and treacherous in the middle. I don't like a sentient being jumping between my legs. Thank you. Better give me a bike. It's the 91st year. It's better in a hot air balloon.
- Is there a more talkative animal?

How many times are you going to kill my dog, Holmes ?!

Ooh, I am Sherlock Holmes, I always work alone! For who will keep up with my powerful intellect ?!

Want a woman fell asleep, - speak in Latin.

- I read the content. Missing person, Luke Rerdon. Fifty meters. Redheads. No front teeth... Case solved! You're not her type. She likes ginger dwarves.
- Dwarf.
- So you agree?
- Do not agree. It's not the word choice. You are misrepresenting the dimensions of foreshortened people.
I've said too much, I didn't mean to offend you.

The horror! Why only the woman is not indifferent to you, is a world renowned criminal?
- Let me explain...
Is you let me! She's the only adversary who ever outsmarted you twice. It is one of you tied up in knots.
Shut the fuck up, Watson.
- What did she want?
- Let's not now.
- What could she possibly need?
It doesn't matter.
- An alibi? Beard? Human canoe? Get on your back and paddle on the Thames.
- You are not concerned, after all, isn't it, Watson? You're not to help me.

Is my vest?!
I thought we decided that it's too small for you.
- Give it to me!
- We agreed, she...
- I changed my mind.

- Take Watson.
- It is interesting.
- See his walking stick. Rare African strich hiding a blade of high-strength steel. They were awarded to veterans of the Afghan war. Hence the conclusion that he is a decorated officer. Strong, brave, born to be a man of action. And neat, like all military. And now I check his pockets. Oh! A ticket to a Boxing match. We can conclude that he's a compulsive gambler. Suggest to look out for dowry.
Is a long time in the past!
- Not at all. He took me in debt.

- What have you done with the Gladstone?!
- I was simply testing a new anesthetic. He doesn't mind.
- Holmes! As your physician...
Soon he will be all right.
- As your friend. You sat in the room for two weeks. I insist that you walked.
- I don't find anything interesting on this earth.