[
Holmes is about to inject cocaine]
Watson:
Where's your self-control?
Holmes:
Fair question.
Watson:
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
Holmes:
Thoroughly. This will take care of it.
Watson:
Holmes, I hope I'm not being presumptuous, but... there *have* been women in your life, haven't there?
Holmes:
The answer is yes.
[
Watson breathes a sigh of relief]
Holmes:
You're being presumptuous. Good night.
[
about Madame Petrova]
Watson:
They say twelve men have died for her.
Holmes:
Really?
Watson:
Six commited suicide, four were killed in duels and one fell out of the gallery of the Vienna Opera House.
Holmes:
That's only eleven.
Watson:
The man who fell from the gallery landed on top of another man in the orchestra.
Holmes:
That makes an even dozen... in a messy sort of way.
Watson:
[
the doorbell rings] Were you expecting someone?
Holmes:
Not at this time of night.
Watson:
Perhaps Mrs Hudson is entertaining.
Holmes:
I've never found her so.
Holmes:
Some of us are cursed with memories like flypaper. Stuck there is a staggering amount of miscellaneous data, most of it useless.
Holmes:
[
Discussing Watson's portrayal of Holmes in 'Strand' Magazine] I don't dislike women, I merely distrust them. The twinkle in the eye and the arsenic in the soup...
Watson:
You see it's touches like that which make you colourful.
Holmes:
Lurid, more like!
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