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Why didn't Sherlock's pony win any prizes in the equine competition?
It was a lame entry, my dear Watson.
It was a lame entry, my dear Watson.
Inspector Terrance Lestrade: Did you hear about those people who hang around narrow passages, Sherlock?
Sherlock: Alley Men, Terry?
Sherlock: Alley Men, Terry?
Watson: You know that man who caught snake-like fish but got confused and called a flat species of shark a Flounder?
Sherlock: The Eeler meant a Ray, my dear Watson
Sherlock: The Eeler meant a Ray, my dear Watson
Watson: *chuckles* What canal can't you fit a boat down, Sherlock?
Sherlock: Alimentary, my dear Watson.
Sherlock: Alimentary, my dear Watson.
Watson: What sort of hair does a baby sheep have, Sherlock?
Sherlock: A lamb isn't hairy, my dear Watson.
Sherlock: A lamb isn't hairy, my dear Watson.
Watson: What sort of plant grows yellow citrus fruit, Sherlock?
Watson: How do Dutch people carry their cheese, Sherlock?
Sherlock: An Emmental Tray, my dear Watson.
Sherlock: An Emmental Tray, my dear Watson.
Watson: Holmes, did you solve the case of the evil villain milking the tears of grieving mothers?
Sherlock: Yes, Watson. It was a Lament Dairy.
Sherlock: Yes, Watson. It was a Lament Dairy.
Watson: Why did you lay those greasy confections out on the table?
Sherlock: It was an oily mint array, my dear Watson
Sherlock: It was an oily mint array, my dear Watson
Watson: Did you know Neanderthals used their feet to plant grains?
Sherlock: Early man toe rye, my dear Watson.
Sherlock: Early man toe rye, my dear Watson.
Watson: I can see your mind is racing, Sherlock. How would you describe your thought process?
Sherlock: A mental hurry, my dear Watson.
Sherlock: A mental hurry, my dear Watson.
Watson: How do pachyderms show their pleasure?
Sherlock: An elephant hooray, my dear Watson.
Sherlock: An elephant hooray, my dear Watson.
Watson: How do scientists send data when they are studying nocturnal birds of prey, Holmes?
Sherlock: Owl telemetry, my dear Watson.
Sherlock: Owl telemetry, my dear Watson.
Watson: Did you hear about the Cannibal who ate an entire football team - and that was just for starters?
Sherlock: It was an eleven men entree, my dear Watson.
Sherlock: It was an eleven men entree, my dear Watson.
Watson: The museum has on display a platter supposedly made by mythical woodland creatures, Holmes.
Sherlock: It’s an Elven Metal Tray, my dear Watson.
Sherlock: It’s an Elven Metal Tray, my dear Watson.
