Sherlock Holmes: Oh, John, I envy you so much. Dr. John Watson: You envy me? Sherlock Holmes: Your mind, it's so placid, straight-forward, barely used. Mine's like an engine, racing out of control. A rocket, tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launch pad. I need a case!
Sherlock Holmes: I didn't really ask, Dr. Franklyn, but what exactly do you do here? Dr. Franklyn: Oh, Mr. Holmes, I'd love to tell you. But then of course, I'd have to kill you. Sherlock Holmes: That would be tremendously ambitious of you.