Sherlock

— So how's it going then, fatherhood?
— Oh, good. Yeah, amazing.
— Getting any sleep?
— Christ, no.
— You at the beck and call of a screaming, demanding baby, woken up all hours to obey his every whim?
— Must feel very different.
— I'm sorry, what?
— Yes, well, you know how it is. All is you do is clean up their mess. Pat them on the head...
— You two having a little joke?
Never a word of thanks. Can't even tell people faces apart.
— This is a joke, isn't it?
— Yeah, and it's all "Oh, aren't you clever? You so, so clever."
— Is it about me?
— I think he needs winding.
— You know, I think that really might be it.
— No, don't get it.