Professor Moriarty: The needle to the last, eh, Holmes?
Professor Moriarty: Brilliant man, Sherlock Holmes, too bad he was honest.
Sherlock Holmes: ...I must confess I shied at the thought of disemboweling a complete set of Charles Dickens.
Dr. John H. Watson: What woman?
Sherlock Holmes: She's blonde, five foot, full lipped and very affectionate.
Dr. John H. Watson: [flippantly] Oh, really? Got her phone number?
[Holmes looks at Watson disapprovingly]
Braun: French! English! How I hate those languages!
Mueller: Calm yourself, my dear Braun. In a short time there will *be* only one language.
Professor Moriarty: [as Moriarty drains Holmes's blood] Drop by drop, Holmes. Drop by drop. Eh, in a way I'm almost sorry. You were a stimulating influence to me. But it was obvious that I should win in the end... Closer to the end Holmes. Closer and closer. Each second a few more drops leave your desiccated body. And you can feel them can't you? You're perfectly conscious, aren't you, Holmes?
Sherlock Holmes: I shall be conscious long after you're dead, Moriarty.
Dr. John H. Watson: Things are looking up, Holmes. This little Island's still on the map.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes. "This fortress - built by nature for herself; This blessed plot, this Earth, this Rome, this England."
Dr. Franz Tobel: You would take the Nazis' own car?
Sherlock Holmes: One must adapt oneself to the tools at hand.
Sherlock Holmes: Christmas boxes! Watson, I'm beginning to see the plan. Dr. Tobell divided his bombsight into four parts. He's given one of these four parts to each of these scientists. What a fascinating plan! You see, each of these parts is useless without the other three...