Nigel Bruce: Doctor Watson

Dressed to Kill

Doctor Watson

Holmes: [Holmes and Watson are in a pub to see Joe Cisto, a piano player. Holmes introduces Cisto to Watson] I want you to meet a friend of mine, Dr. Watson. Joe Cisto.
Joe Cisto: Oh, well, any friend of Mr. Holmes is a friend of mine.
Watson: How are you, Joe?
Joe Cisto: He did me a good turn once that I'll never forget.
Holmes: Yes, I cleared Joe of a most unpleasant charge.
Joe Cisto: Murder no less.
Watson: Oh, really?
Holmes: By proving to the satisfaction of the police that he was busy at the time blowing open someone's safe.

Watson: Humph, Irene Adler, what a striking looking woman from the brief glance I had of her. Seems only yesterday. What charm. Hmmmm. What poise. And what a mind! Sharp enough and brilliant enough to outwit the-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: Hmm. If you must record my exploits, I do wish you would put less emphasis on the melodramatic and more on the intellectual issues involved.
Watson: More on the intel... what do you mean by that?
Holmes: Well I do hope you've given, um, *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 of this room.
Watson: [Indignantly] Of course not. Do I look like a man who'd gossip?
Holmes: Let's not go into that now, old fellow, shall we?

'Stinky' Emery: [remarking on one of his music boxes] Charming, isn't it?
Holmes: Quite!
Watson: [bored] They all sound to me like a lot of mice running about a tin roof.

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 that he looks his best, you know, when he's hanged.

[last lines]
Inspector Hopkins: I still don't understand how you solved it, Mr. Holmes.
Holmes: It's entirely due to Doctor Watson. He gave me the clue when he mentioned Doctor Samuel Johnson.
Inspector Hopkins: Well, congratulations, Doctor.
Watson: Oh, thank you, Inspector. I don't think I could have done it entirely without Mr. Holmes' help, you know.

Watson: [remarking on the stolen music box] But that box is only worth two pounds!
Holmes: It's worth a man's life, Watson!