— Cameras, we're being watched.
— What?! Cameras? Here? I'm in my nightie!
[John is handcuffed]
— Joining me?
— Yeah. Well, apparently it's against the law to chin the Chief Superintendent.
— You are insane!
— You are just getting that now?
— 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.
— I wish you could have worn the antlers.
— Some things are best left to the imagination, Mrs Hudson.
— Are you seriously claiming this man is an expert? After the accused for just five minutes?
— Two minutes would have made me an expert, five was ample.
— Mr Holmes, that's a matter for the jury.
— Oh, really? One librarian, two teachers, two high-pressure jobs, probably the city. The foreman's a medical secretary, trained abroad, judging by her shorthand.
— Mr Holmes?
— Seven are married, two are having an affair with each other. Oh, they've just have tea and biscuits. Would you like to know who ate the wafer?
— I need a case.
— You've just solved one, by harpooning a dead pig, apparently!
— Oh, that was this morning.
— OK, the smoking, how did you know?
— The evidence was right under your nose, John, as ever you see, but do not observe.
— Observe what?
— The ashtray.