— If I try and hug him, stop me.
— Certainly not.
— That's fantastic!
— Do you know you do it out loud?
— Sorry, I'll shut up.
— No, it's...fine..
— Don't do that.
— Do what?
— The look.
— Look?
— You're doing the look again.
— Well, I can't see it, can I? It's my face.
— Yes and you're doing a "We both know what's really going on here" face.
— We do.
— No, I don't, which is why I find the face so annoying.
— Seen a lot of injures, then. Violent deaths.
— Well, yes.
— Bit of trouble too, I bet?
— Of course. Yes. Enough for a lifetime, far too much.
— Want to see some more?
— Oh, God, yes.
— Hey, where did you get this? [Takes the ID card] Detective Inspector Lestrade?
— Yeah. I pickpocket him when he's annoying. You can keep that one, I've got plenty at the flat.
— Alone is what I have. Alone protects me.
— No, friends protect people.
— Sherlock, please tell me you haven't just gone out of your mind.
— I'd rather keep you quessing.
[John is handcuffed]
— Joining me?
— Yeah. Well, apparently it's against the law to chin the Chief Superintendent.
— You don't have a girlfriend, then?
— Girlfriend? No, not really my area.
— Mm. Oh, right. Do you have a boyfriend?
— ...
— Which is fine, by the way.
— I know it's fine.
— So, you've got a boyfriend, then.
— No.
— Hello, Greg.
...
— Is that why you're calling yourself "Greg"?
— That's his name.
— Is it?
— Yes. If you'd ever bothered to find out.