I’ve been under fire before. Well … I’ve been in a fire. Actually, I was fired. I can handle myself. You’re welcome on my boat. God ain’t. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill ’em right back! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! I cannot abide useless people. If anyone gets nosy, just …you know … shoot ’em. Shoot ’em? Politely, of course. First rule of battle, little one … don’t ever let them know where you are… WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! … ‘Course, there’re other schools of thought.
There’s so many poorly chosen words in that sentence. Oh, you’re gonna be in a coma, all right. I care deeply for nature. I don’t criticize you! And if you’re worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Now, when you do this without getting punched in the chest, you’ll have more fun. There’s so many poorly chosen words in that sentence. First place chick is hot, but has an attitude, doesn’t date magicians. We just call it a sausage. Marry me. Steve Holt!

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius. Elementary, my dear Watson. 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. 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!’ I have always held, too, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime; and when Holmes, in one of his queer humours, would sit in an armchair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V.R. done in bullet pocks, I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it. My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don’t know. You know my method. It is founded upon the observation of trifles. 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 Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last. I must apologize for calling so late, and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall.

Army had half a day. I’ve opened a door here that I regret. I don’t criticize you! And if you’re worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Bad news. Andy Griffith turned us down. He didn’t like his trailer.

I have always held, too, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime; and when Holmes, in one of his queer humours, would sit in an armchair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V.R. done in bullet pocks, I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it. Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius.