50 Best Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows Quotes

Sherlock: Who's been dancing on my chest?

[from trailer]
Sherlock: I'm knee-deep in the single most important case of my career.

[after Holmes throws Mary off the train, Watson turns around and sees his wife gone]
Sherlock: It had to be done. She's safe now! In my own defense, I timed it perfectly-!
[Watson lunges at him and starts throttling him]
Dr. John Watson: Did you kill my wife?
Sherlock: [muffled, tries to respond]
Dr. John Watson: DID-YOU-JUST-KILL-MY-NEW-WIFE?
Sherlock: [forces Watson's hand away] Of course not!
Dr. John Watson: What do you mean? How do you know that, when you just threw her off a train?
Sherlock: I told you, I timed it perfectly!
Dr. John Watson: What does that mean?
Sherlock: Calm down!
Dr. John Watson: Explain!
Sherlock: By the time I explained, we'd both be dead!

Irene: [as her thugs are getting ready to beat Holmes] Be careful with the face, boys! We do have a dinner date tonight.

Dr. John Watson: He's after us, because of you!
Sherlock: Don't be so petulant about it.

Dr. John Watson: I'm on my honeymoon!
[Watson kicks Holmes on the bum]
Dr. John Watson: Why did you lead them here! Why did you involve us?
Sherlock: They're not here for me they are here for you! Fortunately... so am I.

Dr. John Watson: [Sherlock holds out his hand towards Watson] I thought you'd never ask.
[Watson and Holmes start to dance together]

Sherlock: Dear, dear, sickly sweet Nanny. Might I have a word?
[He uncovers the tray in her hands, revealing white rats under glass]
Sherlock: Yummy. Feed the snake, woman.
Mrs. Hudson: You feed it!
Sherlock: Touchy, touchy.

[Holmes is looking at Moriarty and starts analyzing the upcoming fight]
Sherlock: [v.o] His advantage, my injury. My advantage, his rage. Incoming assault feral, but experienced. Use his momentum to counter.
[as Holmes hits Moriarty in the face, everything stops and the audience watches Moriarty's face]
Professor: [v.o] Come now, you really think you're the only one who can play this game?
[Back to the analyzed fight]
Professor: Trap arm, target weakness. Follow with haymaker.
Sherlock: Ah, there we find the boxing champion of Cambridge.
[Holmes throws a hook at Moriarty's face]
Professor: Competent, but predictable. Now, allow me to reply.
[Moriarty throws several punches at Holmes' shoulder]
Sherlock: Arsenal running dry. Adjust strategy.
[Holmes tries to kick Moriarty but fails]
Professor: Wound taking its toll.
Sherlock: As I feared. Injury makes defense untenable. Prognosis, increasingly negative.
[Moriarty corners Holmes against the edge of the cliff]
Professor: Let's not waste any more of one another's time. We both know how this ends.
[Moriarty throws Holmes over the balcony and the scene cuts back to the real time]
Sherlock: Conclusion: inevitable. Unless...
[Holmes blows ashes from his pipe into Moriarty's face, grabs him, and topples them both over the balcony, down the falls]

Dr. John Watson: [reading a note from Holmes] Come at once if convenient.
[flips the note over to back side]
Dr. John Watson: If inconvenient, come all the same.

[from trailer]
Sherlock: [looks at Watson's gun] Get that out of my face.
Dr. John Watson: It's not in your face; it's in my hand.
Sherlock: Get what's in your hand out of my face!

Sherlock: [after they finish a short waltz] Who taught you to dance like that?
Dr. John Watson: [with a smile of reminiscence] You did.

Mrs. Hudson: Doctor, you must get him to a sanatorium. He's been on a diet of coffee, tobacco, and coca leaves. He never sleeps. I hear multiple voices as if he's rehearsing for a play...
Dr. John Watson: Leave him to me.
Sherlock: [appears next to her] Don't you have a goat that needs worming?
[goat lows]
Mrs. Hudson: Oh, how kind of you to remind me. So much to look forward to. What would I do without you?

Sherlock: [lights pipe]
Dr. John Watson: What are we doing down here?
Sherlock: *We* are waiting. *I* am smoking.

Mycroft: Good evening, Mrs Watson. I'm the other Holmes.
Mary: You mean there's *two* of you? How marvelous! Could this evening get any better?

[Holmes detects that an assassin is hiding on the ceiling and preparing to kill Simza; he compares taking the man out to preparing an omelet]
Sherlock: [voice-over] First, pillage the nest. Clip wings. Now, blunt his beak. Crack eggs. Scramble, pinch of salt. Touch of pepper. Flip the omelet. Additional seasoning required. Breakfast is served.

Sherlock: [to Moriarity] My horror at your crimes is matched only by my admiratio of the skill it took to achieve them.

Colonel: [watching something moving behind a cover] What are you playing at?
[cover falls off to reveal a cannon aimed at him]
Colonel: ...That's not fair.

[from trailer]
Professor: Are you sure you want to play this game?
Sherlock: I'm afraid you'd lose.

Professor: You see, hidden within the unconscious, there is an insatiable desire for conflict. So, you're not fighting me, so much as you are the human condition. All I want to do is own the bullets and the bandages.

Mycroft: [referring to Watson] You know, he's nothing like as slow witted as you've been leading me to believe, Sherly.

Sherlock: [whistling A Little Night Music and stops] I forgot the rest!
[gets strangled]
Sherlock: Ah, it's coming back.

Sherlock: Are you familiar with the study of graphology?
Professor: I have never given it any serious thought, no.
Sherlock: The psychological analysis of handwriting. The upwards strokes on the p, the j, the m indicate a genius level intellect. The flourishes on the lower zone denote a highly creative yet meticulous nature. But if one observes the overall slant and pressure of the handwriting there is a suggestion of acute narcissism, a complete lack of empathy, and pronounced inclination toward...
Professor: No!
Sherlock: ...moral insanity.

Dr. John Watson: Oh, how I've missed you, Holmes.
Sherlock: Have you? Why? I've barely noticed your absence.

[first lines]
Dr. John Watson: [voice-over] The year was 1891. Storm clouds were brewing over Europe. France and Germany were at each other's throats, the result of a series of bombings. Some said it was the Nationalists. Others, the anarchists. But as usual, my friend Sherlock Holmes, had a different theory entirely.

Sherlock: You have the supply, new you require the demand. A war with everyone... a world war.

[last lines]
Dr. John Watson: [upon receiving the oxygen mask as an indication that Holmes may be alive] Mary? Who delivered this parcel?
Mary: [offscreen] The postman.
Dr. John Watson: [as he leaves the room] The usual chap or... did he look peculiar?

Sherlock: What better place to start a war than a peace summit?

Sherlock: SPOILER: The most formidable criminal mind in Europe, has just had all his money stolen. By perhaps the most inept inspector in the history of Scotland Yard.

Dr. John Watson: [performing CPR] I know you can hear me, you selfish bastard!

Mycroft: Where are you *going*, Stanley?

Dr. John Watson: [as he watches Sherlock drinking embalming fluid] You're drinking embalming fluid?
Sherlock: [exhales] Yes. Care for a drop?
Dr. John Watson: You do seem...
Sherlock: Excited?
Dr. John Watson: Manic.
Sherlock: I am.
Dr. John Watson: Verging on...
Sherlock: Ecstatic?
Dr. John Watson: Psychotic.
Dr. John Watson: [pause] I should've brought you a sedative.

[Holmes has arrived at the auction and is trying to defuse the motion-sensitive bomb intended for Dr. Hoffmanstahl]
Sherlock: One million pounds! Oh, and by the way, fire.

Sherlock: Do you trust me?
Mary: No.
Sherlock: Well, then I shall have to do something about that.
[pushes Mary Watson out of train]

Professor: [as he writes his notes] Fine choice, this place. Do you have the letter?
Irene: It was taken.
Professor: Taken? That is unfortunate.
Irene: During the chaos created by your package.
Irene: [to the waiter who is serving her tea] Thank you.
Irene: Perhaps, if you had shared your plans.
Professor: You wish to know my plans now, dear? Do you imagine, Miss Adler, that something would happen to you? Is that why you chose to meet here in a public place? Your favorite restaurant?
[Moran taps his glass three times, causing everyone in the restaurant to immediately leave]
Professor: [revealing himself to Irene] I don't blame you. I blame myself. It's been apparent to me for some time that you would succumb to your feelings for him. It isn't the first occasion that Mr. Holmes inconvenienced me in recent months. The question is: What to do about it? That is my problem to solve now. I no longer require your services
[sipping his tea while Adler collapse to her death]

Dr. John Watson: How did you know I would find you?
Sherlock: You didn't find me. You collapsed a building on me.

Sherlock: Madam, this is a glorious hedgehog goulash. I can't remember ever having had better.
Dr. John Watson: Do tell me, when was the last time you had a hedgehog goulash?
Sherlock: I told you, Watson, I can't remember.
Dr. John Watson: [whispered] Perhaps you've repressed it.
Sherlock: [chuckles] That's where we differ. Unlike you, I repress nothing.
Dr. John Watson: Perfectly normal.
Sherlock: How dare you be rude to this women who has invited us into her tent, offered us her hedgehog?
Dr. John Watson: Says the man who throws women from trains.

Sherlock: Did you call me a selfish bastard?
Dr. John Watson: Probably.

[after Holmes's booby-trap drives back Moriarty's assassins on the train]
Sherlock: That was no accident. It was by design. Now, do you need me to elaborate... or can we just crack on?

[when Holmes has sedated Gladstone yet again]
Dr. John Watson: How many times are you going to kill my dog?

[repeated line]
Sherlock: [riding a pony] Slow and steady wins the race.

Sherlock: [referring to his disguise] It's so overt it's covert.

Madam: What do you see?
Sherlock: Everything. That is my curse.

Professor: [to Holes] My repect for you, Mr. Holmes, is the only reason you're still alive.

[from trailer]
Dr. John Watson: [seeing Holmes's drag outfit] What?
Sherlock: I agree it's not my best disguise.

Sherlock: Lie down with me Watson.

Sherlock: [referring to Moriarty] If we can stop him, we shall prevent the collapse of Western civilization... No pressure.

Mary: I miss him too, in my own way.
Dr. John Watson: He would have wanted us to go to Brighton.
Mary: He would have wanted to come with us.

Professor: Rest assured, if you attempt to bring destruction down upon me, I shall do the same to you. My respect for you, Mr. Holmes, is the only reason you are still alive.
Sherlock: You've paid me several compliments. Let me pay you one in return when I say that, if I were assured of the former eventuality, I would cheerfully accept the latter.

Sherlock: Uh, hmm... Right. Where are the wagons?
Madam: The wagon is too slow. Can't you ride?
Dr. John Watson: It's not that he can't ride... How is it you put it, Holmes?
Sherlock: They're dangerous at both ends and... crafty in the middle. Why would I want anything with a mind of its own bobbing about between my legs?