Ed Rooney: Between grief and nothing... I'll take grief.
Sloane: Great.
Dick Nelson: That's my wife you got there! That's my planet you're blowing up! And that's... that's just some guy I met, but still, I think this thing has gone just a little too far.
Spike: Ew, you're the ugliest bitch in perdition - but you've given me a beautiful idea.
Helen Knable: You sadistic bastard.
Spike: Runs in the family! My father was an oil company president.
Spike: Set phasers to... Torture.
Spike: Fasten your seatbelts, folks. It's going to be a bumpy ride.
Inspector Lestrade: Half a tick, Mr. Holmes. Ye can't go walkin' into someone's residence, pokin' about their personal possessions, disruptin' their privacy... That's for Scotland Yard.
Inspector Lestrade: His Lordship wishes to see Mr. Holmes.
Dr. Watson: I'm sorry to say he's not here at the moment.
Lord Smithwick: Oh, how disappointing.
Inspector Lestrade: Sir, as I said before, I really don't think Mr. Holmes' involvement in this case is at all necessary.
Dr. Watson: I quite agree.
Inspector Lestrade: You do?
Dr. Watson: However, the Crime Doctor is at your disposal.
Inspector Lestrade: Who the deuce is the Crime Doctor?
Holmes: As a matter of fact, Lestrade, You can be some help.
Inspector Lestrade: Of course.
Holmes: Hold my coat, it's hot in here.
