Say that again and know that if you're lying to me, I will find you, and I will skin you.
Well, John. Really well. I mean, you missed almost everything of importance, but, you know...
— Do you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock? To you?
— Oh, let me guess. I get killed.
— Kill you? No, don't be obvious. I mean, I'm going to kill you anyway, someday.
— What do you mean "gay"? We're together.
— And domestic bliss must suit you, Molly. You've put on three pounds since I last saw you.
— Two-and-a-haif.
— No, three.
— Sherlock.
— He's not gay! Why do you have to spoil..? He's not!
— With that level of personal grooming?
— Because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair.
— You wash your hair, there's a difference. No, no — tinted eyelashes, clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines. Those tired, clubber's eyes. Then there's his underwear.
— His underwear?
— Visible above the waistline. Very visible. Very particular brend. Plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under the dish. I'd say you'd better break it off now and safe yourself the pain.
Dangerous to jump to conclusions.
— You've come the closest. Now you're in my way.
— Thank you.
— Didn't mean it as a compliment.
— Yes, you did.
— Yeah, OK, I did.
Oh, you're angry with me, so you won't help. Not much cop, this caring lark.
— "Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds. What's incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things."
— Hang on a minute, I didn't mean that...
— Oh, you meant "spectacularly ignorant" in a nice way? look, it doesn't matter to me who's Prime Minister or..
— Yeah, I know.
— ..who's sleeping with who..
— Whether the earth goes round the sun.
— Don't know what's got into the criminal classes. Good job I'm not one of them.
— So you take it out on the wall?
— The wall had it coming.
[Sherlock shoots at the wall]
— What the hell are you doing?
— Bored.