Lord Mayor Gerald Fitzwalter Johnson: Well, Mr. Holmes. Any theories?
Holmes: Obviously, the victim had been caught in a storm too far from shore to swim for it.
Lord Mayor Gerald Fitzwalter Johnson: Yes, and with that heavy suitcase attached to his wrist, and the lake being so deep.
Holmes: Quite. Pulled the poor wretch to the bottom, struggling futilely, flailing desperately as the cold, black water sealed his fate forever Well, it's certainly been a laugh. Thank you.
Inspector Lestrade: His Lordship wishes to see Mr. Holmes.
Dr. Watson: I'm sorry to say he's not here at the moment.
Lord Smithwick: Oh, how disappointing.
Inspector Lestrade: Sir, as I said before, I really don't think Mr. Holmes' involvement in this case is at all necessary.
Dr. Watson: I quite agree.
Inspector Lestrade: You do?
Dr. Watson: However, the Crime Doctor is at your disposal.
Inspector Lestrade: Who the deuce is the Crime Doctor?
Watson: Oh, for God's sake.
Holmes: You didn't tell me that homicidal maniac was in on this.
Watson: That's because I knew you'd behave this way.
Holmes: Bravo! Another triumph for deductive reasoning.
Holmes: The Shadow of Death. The gripping drama was the last play presented at the Orpheum. It closed after only one night, but not without garnering some praise. Harris in the Daily Telegram said, 'In an otherwise dismal evening, Reginald Kincaid provided some welcome laughs.'.
Wiggins: You said it was a gripping drama.
Holmes: It's unimportant now, isn't it?
Leslie: Oh, you brave, brave man.
Sherlock Holmes: Danger is my trade - but not yours. It's unsafe for you to sleep alone tonight, unattended.
Dr. Watson: Yes, we insist you stay with us.
Leslie: Oh, but, but surely I'd be an imposition.
Sherlock Holmes: Think nothing of it, my dear.
Dr. Watson: Indeed. Holmes will be working... all night anyway, so you can have his room.
Wiggins: You know, I kind of liked you better when you was a coward.
Local #1: A toast to the greatest detective in all the world.
Holmes: Thank you, gentlemen. I am touched.
Watson: I can vouch for that.
Sherlock Holmes: Ah, now, now, we know for a fact that Giles was on the boat.
Dr. Watson: No, we don't.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh. Well, we do know for a fact that Giles arrived in Windermere.
Dr. Watson: No he didn't.
Sherlock Holmes: (He didn't? I thought he did.) Ah. Well, we really know that Giles was behind the theft of the printing plates.
Dr. Watson: No, he wasn't.
Watson: Holmes believes your father has been abducted.
Leslie: Abducted? By who?
Sherlock Holmes: Abductors.
Watson: I'll ask you once more: Are you coming with me?
Holmes: I would rather waltz naked through the fires of Hell.
Holmes: I couldn't detect horse manure if I stepped in it.
Sherlock Holmes: I warn you, sir, I've killed as many as six men in a week. Eight if you count matinees.
Holmes: How can I be expected to maintain the character when you belittle me in front of those hooligans?
Watson: Character? Are we talking about the same man who once declared with total conviction that the late Colonel Howard had been bludgeoned to death with a blunt excrement?
Holmes: Is it my fault you have such poor handwriting?
Watson: Lord Mayor! Don't move until Holmes has searched the area for clues.
Holmes: My GOD I've trained you well, Watson.
Inspector Lestrade: Half a tick, Mr. Holmes. Ye can't go walkin' into someone's residence, pokin' about their personal possessions, disruptin' their privacy... That's for Scotland Yard.
Holmes: As a matter of fact, Lestrade, You can be some help.
Inspector Lestrade: Of course.
Holmes: Hold my coat, it's hot in here.
Lord Smithwick: And I don't have to tell you what that would mean.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes you do.