Holmes: There is only one case that alludes me. The curious case of Mrs. Hudson, the absentee landlady. I’ve been studying her comings and goings. They appear most sinister.
Mrs. Hudson: Tea, Mr. Holmes?
Holmes: Is it poisoned, Nanny?
Mrs. Hudson: There is enough of that in you already.
Holmes: Don’t touch. Everything is in its place, as per usual, Nanny.
Mrs. Hudson: He’s killed the dog, again.
Watson: What have you done to Gladstone now?
Holmes: I was simply studying a new anesthetic. He doesn’t mind.
Watson: Holmes, as your doctor —
Holmes: He’ll be straight as a trivet in no time—
Watson: As your friend. You’ve been in this room for two weeks. I insist you have to get out.
Holmes: There is nothing of interest for me out there.
Watson: So you’re free this evening.
Holmes: Absolutely.
Watson: Dinner?
Holmes: Wonderful.
Watson: The Royale?
Holmes: My favorite.
Watson: Mary’s coming.
Holmes: Not available.
Watson: You’re meeting her Holmes!
Watson: 8:30, The Royale, wear a jacket.
Holmes: You wear a jacket!
This is one of my favorite scenes.
Especially when he queries, “Is it poisoned, Nanny?” with a quirk of the brow. I want to eat him up! and Jude Law is scrumptious. The mustache, the cane, the slight limp. SWOON. I’ve always thought canes were quite sexy, he proves my theory. And he wears a waistcoat! God I love them. I wish more men wore three piece suits these days.
The plaids and tweeds in the film were so sexy. I wish there was still an expected uniformity to the way people had to dress—men in suits, with ties and ascots, top hats and greatcoats! And women wore corsets and bustles and feathers in their hair and button up shoes … sigh. Well, that’s all gone and dead, isn’t it?
