A Sherlock Holmes picspam
Watson: Like the hat.
Holmes: Just picked it up.
Watson: You remember your revolver?
Holmes: Ah, knew I forgot something. Thought I left the stove on.
Watson: You did.
Holmes: I see you're the attending physician at Blackwood's hanging.
Watson: Yes, it was our last case together and I wanted to see it through to the end.
Holmes: There is only one case that alludes me. The curious case of Mrs. Hudson, the absentee landlady. I've been studying her comings and goings. They appear most sinister.
Mrs. Hudson: Tea, Mr. Holmes?
Holmes: Is it poisoned, Nanny?
Mrs. Hudson: There is enough of that in you already.
Holmes: Don't touch. Everything is in its place, as per usual, Nanny.
Mrs. Hudson: He's killed the dog, again.
Watson: What have you done to Gladstone now?
Holmes: I was simply studying a new anesthetic. He doesn't mind.
Watson: Holmes, as your doctor --
Holmes: He'll be straight as a trivet in no time--
Watson: As your friend. You've been in this room for two weeks. I insist you have to get out.
Holmes: There is nothing of interest for me out there.
Watson: So you're free this evening.
Holmes: Absolutely.
Watson: Dinner?
Holmes: Wonderful.
Watson: The Royale?
Holmes: My favorite.
Watson: Mary's coming.
Homles: Not available.
Watson: You're meeting her Holmes!
Watson: 8:30, The Royale, wear a jacket.
Holmes: You wear a jacket!
Holmes: Take Watson.
Mary: I intend to.
Mary: What can you tell about me.
Holmes: You?
Watson: I don't think that's-
Holmes: I don't know that's-
Watson: Not at dinner.
Holmes: Perhaps some other time.
Mary: I insist.
Holmes: You insist?
Watson: You remember we discussed this.
Holmes: The lady insists.
Holmes: In summary: ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm hemorrhaging, physical recovery six weeks, full psychological recovery six months. capacity to spit at back of head neutralized.
Watson: That was my waistcoat.
Holmes: I thought we agreed it was too small for you.
Watson: I'd like it back.
Holmes: I thought we agreed.
Watson: I want it back.
Holmes: Care to come along?
Watson: No, you're on your own old cock.I have no business with him whilst he is alive.
Holmes: Suit yourself mother hen.
Watson: Get that out of my face.
Holmes: It's not in your face it's in my hand.
Watson: Get what's in your hand out of my face.
Watson: You're not taking this seriously are you Holmes?
Holmes: Yes, as you should. It is a matter of professional integerity. No girl wants to marry a doctor that can't tell if a man's dead or not.
Holmes: And what of the coffin?
Lestrade: We are in the process of bringing it up now.
Holmes: In what stage of the process? Contemplative?
Holmes: Watson, what have you done?
Watson: I haven't slept all night. Not a wink. Why I ever believed that I would get to have tea with Mary's parents is beyond me, being talked into going with with you.
Holmes: We were set upon, it was self defense.
Watson: I have been reviewing my notes on our exploits over the last seven months. Would you like to know my conclusion? I am psychologically disturbed.
Holmes: How so?
Watson: Why else would I continually be lead into situations where you deliberatly withhold your plans from me, why else?
Holmes: You never complained about my methods before.
Watson: I'm not complaining.
Holmes: You're not? What do you call this?
Watson: How am I complaining? I never complain. When do I complain about you practicing your violin at three in the morning? Or your mess? Your general lack of heigine, or the fact that you steal my clothes.
Holmes: Uh, we have a barter system.
Watson: When do I complain about you setting fire to my rooms.
Holmes: Our rooms.
Watson: The rooms! When do I complain that you experiment on, on my dog.
Holmes: Our dog.
Watson: On the dog. ON THE DOG--
Holmes: Well it's our dog.
Holmes: Where I do take issue is your campaign to sabatoge my relationship with Mary.
Holmes: I understand.
Watson: Do you.
Holmes: I do.
Watson: I don't think you do.
Holmes: You're overtired.
Watson: Yes.
Holmes: You're feeling a bit sensitive.
Watson: I'm not sensitive.
Holmes: What you need is rest. My brother Mycroft has a small estate; beautiful grounds. We can throw a lamb on the spit-
Watson: We? Holmes, if I were to go to the country, it would be with my future wife!
Holmes: Well, certainly, if we must-
Watson: No, not you! Mary and I. You are not--
Holmes: What? Invited? Why would I not be invited to my own brother's country home. Watson now you're not making any sense!
Watson: You're not human!
Holmes: Well done Watson, that should lead us to Blackwood, dead or alive.
Watson: Not us... You.
Holmes: Yes, just a figure of speech old boy.
Holmes: Don't get excited.
Watson: You look gorgeous.
Holmes: You seem to be making a rapid recovery.
Watson: Yes, I took the shrapnel out myself. Mary said I had a lousy doctor.
Holmes: Well I'm, I'm just so very glad that you're, well, with us.
Holmes: Oh, please Watson my tongue is going numb, it will be of no use to you at all.
Watson: Worse things could happen.
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