You will not apply my precept. How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth? We know that he did not come through the door, the window, or the chimney. We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no concealment possible. When, then, did he come? You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear. Elementary, my dear Watson.
Mercy is the mark of a great man. Guess I’m just a good man. Well, I’m all right. Am I a lion? I don’t think of myself as a lion. You might as well, though, I have a mighty roar. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! Man walks down the street in a hat like that, you know he’s not afraid of anything. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower … somewhat less attractive now that she’s all corpsified and gross. Let’s go be bad guys!

Man, or at least criminal man, has lost all enterprise and originality. As to my own little practice, it seems to be degenerating into an agency for recovering lost lead pencils and giving advice to young ladies from boarding-schools. Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention? To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time. The dog did nothing in the night-time. That was the curious incident You know my method. It is founded upon the observation of trifles. You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear. You will not apply my precept. How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth? We know that he did not come through the door, the window, or the chimney. We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no concealment possible. When, then, did he come? Holmes and Watson are on a camping trip. In the middle of the night Holmes wakes up and gives Dr. Watson a nudge. ‚Watson‘ he says, ‚look up in the sky and tell me what you see.‘ ‚I see millions of stars, Holmes,‘ says Watson. ‚And what do you conclude from that, Watson?‘ Watson thinks for a moment. ‚Well,‘ he says, ‚astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meterologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I see that God is all-powerful, and we are small and insignificant. Uh, what does it tell you, Holmes?‘ ‚Watson, you idiot! Someone has stolen our tent!‘ Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius.

I’ve been under fire before. Well … I’ve been in a fire. Actually, I was fired. I can handle myself. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower … somewhat less attractive now that she’s all corpsified and gross. Next time you want to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face. Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. We live in a spaceship, dear. Jayne, your mouth is talking. You might wanna look to that. Just get us on the ground! That part will happen pretty definitely! I cannot abide useless people. Am I a lion? I don’t think of myself as a lion. You might as well, though, I have a mighty roar. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!