Staring at the window
— So why are you talking to me?
— Mrs Hudson took my skull.
— So I'm basically filling in for your skull?
— Relax, you're doing fine.
— No, no, no! Course he's not the boy's father. Look at turn-ups on his jeans!
— I knew it was dangerous. Getting you into crap telly.
Sherlock is sitting in front of the screen
— No, I know you for real.
— 100 percent?
— Well, nobody could fake being such an annoying dick all the time.