Watson asks Holmes What type of rock is this? It has many layers compressed together.

Holmes: "I say, old bean, is that mud on your boots?" Watson: "No, shit, Sherlock"

"I knew he was the murderer when I saw him on the dance floor," Holmes said. "You see, Watson, guilty feet have got no rhythm."

Watson: "Holmes, why are you wrapped in a thin aluminium sheet?" Holmes: "DAMMIT, FOILED AGAIN!"