Dressed to Kill (1946)
Colonel Cavanaugh: By this time Mr. Holmes has exchanged his violin for a harp.
Mrs. Hilda Courtney: Oh, well, we're assuming Heaven is his destination.
Holmes: The truth can only be found by the painstaking elimination of the untrue.
Watson: Look, Holmes, it's morning.
Holmes: Allow me to congratulate you on that brilliant piece of deduction.
Watson: Would you like to hear uncle make a noise like a duck?
Watson: Irene Adler! What a striking-looking woman from the brief glance I had of her! Seemsa only yesterday! What charm! Hmmmm. What poise! And what a mind! Sharp enough and brilliant enough to outwit the great Sherlock Holmes himself!
Holmes: I take it that the new issue of the Strand Magazine is out containing another of your slightly lurid tales.
Watson: It is indeed!
Holmes: And what do you call this one?
Watson: I call it "A Scandal in Bohemia." Not a bad title, huh?
Holmes: Hmmmm. If you must record my exploits, I do hope you've given "The Woman" a soul. She had one, you know!
Watson: By "The Woman" I suppose you mean Irene Adler?
Holmes: Yes, I shall always remember her as "THE Woman."
Commissioner of Scotland Yard: Before going further, Dr. Watson, I must inform you that this matter is not to be mentioned outside this room.
Watson: [Indignantly] Of course not! Do I look like a man of gossip?
Holmes: Let's not go into that now, old fellow, shall we?
Colonel Cavanaugh: [remarking on the poison gas] That little attachment, my dear Mr. Holmes, contains the deadly fluid known as monosulfite. The Germans use it with gratifying results in removing their undesirables.
Colonel Cavanaugh: [to a handcuffed Holmes, who is hanging from a beam] You find yourself like Mohanmmed's coffin, Mr. Holmes, suspended between Heaven and Earth.
Holmes: One of the first principles in solving crime is to never disregard anything no matter how trivial.
Mrs. Hilda Courtney: My friends call me Hilda.
'Stinky' Emery: Thanks. My friends call me Stinky.
Mrs. Hilda Courtney: Stinky. How quaint.
Holmes: I think the gentleman on the floor requires some medical attention. We must see he looks his best, you know, when he's hanged.
Holmes: [Holmes and Watson are in a pub to see Joe Cisto, a piano player. Holmes introduces Cisto to Watson] I want to introduce a friend of mine. Dr. Watson, Joe Cisto.
Joe Cisto: Friends of Holmes, are my friends.
Watson: What about Joe?
Holmes: I did a favor.
Joe Cisto: I'll never forget.
Holmes: Yes, I got rid of a charge.
Joe Cisto: Pretty nasty.
Holmes: Nothing less than murder.
Holmes: I proved to the satisfaction of the police that at that time of the murder, Joe was stealing a safe.
Hamid: [angrily, after Cavanaugh has grabbed a book of poems from him inscribed by Mrs. Courtney] Some day you'll go too far!
Colonel Cavanaugh: Reaching for a star, you fool!
Hamid: Yet a fool may touch a star, Colonel Cavanaugh, if he reaches high enough!
Colonel Cavanaugh: And not possess it as you would!
'Stinky' Emery: [remarking on one of his music boxes] Charming, isn't it?
Watson: [bored] They all sound to me like a lot of mice running about a tin roof.
Watson: [remarking on the stolen music box] But that box is only worth two pounds!
Holmes: It's worth a man's life, Watson!
Watson: Holmes! You all right?
Holmes: Perfectly! Thank you, old fellow, but I think this gentleman on the floor requires some medical attention. We must see he looks his best, you know, when he's hanged.
Holmes: It's a mistake to accept something as true merely because it is obvious.