Sherlock Holmes: At the moment I suspect no-one and everyone.
John Simpson: Cosgrave! Must you pace up and down like a monkey in a ruddy cage?
Alan Cosgrave: I fail to see how what I do can concern you!
Alastair: Simpson! Cosgrave! Cannot we behave like Good Comrades?
John Simpson: Doesn't anything ever get on your nerves, Alistair?
Alastair: Oh dear me, no. I have no nerves.
Dr. John H. Watson: I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't sleep very well.
Sherlock Holmes: You didn't sleep very well? You snored like a pig.
Sherlock Holmes: Murder is an insidious thing, Watson. Once a man has dipped his fingers in blood, sooner or later he'll feel the urge to kill again.
Sherlock Holmes: How are you Lestrade?
Dr. John H. Watson: Here, here, what's going on here?
Sherlock Holmes: Someone just tried to kill Doctor Watson.
Dr. John H. Watson: Blimey, who?
Sherlock Holmes: When we find that out, Lestrade, we can all go home.
