My Lord Bishop, I want to make a confession.

... Watson, or whatever your name is, you are not in Hyde Park, with an audience of loafers.

Supposing she doesn't want to get married? She can go and be a governess.

You know, old boy, Edith was never my fiancee.

I just wanted to inform you all reluctantly, that...

We are told to remember the idea and not the man.

Laius, proud father, speak.