Quotes from Basil Rathbone movies and TV shows

Sherlock Holmes: Elementary, my dear Watson.

Sherlock Holmes: I've decided to accept your case, Miss Brandon. I shall help you all I can.
Ann Brandon: Oh, Thank you.
Jerrold Hunter: We don't want your interference, Mr. Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes: I interfere whenever and wherever I like, Mr. Hunter.

Sherlock Holmes: Whatever Watson has found out, you'll know inevitably. I have unbounded confidence in his lack of discretion.

Sherlock Holmes: The nose of the police dog, although long and efficient, points in only one direction at a time.

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: At the moment I suspect no-one and everyone.

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.
Inspector Lestrade: Blimey, who?
Sherlock Holmes: When we find that out, Lestrade, we can all go home.

Sir Branton: Was it magic?
Lodac: No. Not magic.
Sir Branton: Then how did George escape?
Lodac: I think... yes. Something stronger than magic. The power of Patrick's faith.

Sherlock Holmes: Watson, have you ever stopped to think that the science of detection is much like stringing a handful of beads?
Dr. John H. Watson: Can't say as I have.

Sherlock Holmes: Sit down, old fellow. Judge Brisson has decided not to shoot us.
Dr. John H. Watson: Oh, very kind of him.

Sherlock Holmes: Poor, innocent little child. I should have prevented this.

Sherlock Holmes: During the time he's lived here, Ramson has undoubtedly established another character for himself, perhaps several others, while by now, familiar to the people of La Morte Rouge and quite above suspicion. He could be almost anyone in the village.

Sherlock Holmes: Consider, Watson, the irony, the tragic irony, that we accepted the commission from the victim to find her murderer. For the first time... we've been retained by a corpse.

Dr. John H. Watson: Woman? What woman?
Sherlock Holmes: She's blonde. Five foot six, full lipped and very affectionate.
Dr. John H. Watson: Oh, really?

Sherlock Holmes: The four sections of your bomb sight fit inside these ponderous tombs, although, I must confess I shy to the thought of disemboweling a complete set of Charles Dickens.

Doctor Watson: ...But Holmes, that's impossible.
Sherlock Holmes: Anything is possible until proven otherwise.

Doctor Watson: Holmes, the girl waiting. What an extraordinary thing.
Sherlock Holmes: Elementary, my dear Watson.
Doctor Watson: No, no, no. It's an amazing deduction. How on earth did you arrive at it?
Sherlock Holmes: Barham told me.

Dr. John H. Watson: Yes. We told you, you were taking an awful risk.
Sherlock Holmes: Well, we had to have a confession and these egomaniacs are always so much more chatty when they feel they have the upper hand.

Dr. John H. Watson: Oh, Hurlston. It's a grim old pile, very spooky.
Sherlock Holmes: Don't tell me that you met a ghost.
Dr. John H. Watson: Well, not so spooky as that. Ghosts don't stab people in the neck, do they? Or do they?
Sherlock Holmes: Not well-bred ghosts, Watson.