Sherlock Quotes

— What are you typing?
— Blog.
— About?
— Us.
— You mean me.
— Why?
— Well, you'r typing a lot.

If people knew how to make a mutant super-dog, we'd know. It'd be for sale. I mean, that's how it works.

— Oh, God! John, I need some. Get me some.
— No.
— Get me some.
— No. Cold turkey we agreed, no matter what. Anyway, you've paid everyone off, remember? No-one within a two miles radius will sell you any.
— Stupid idea. Whose idea was that?
— {clears throat}
— Mrs Hudson!
— Look, Sherlock, you're doing really well, don't give up now!
— Tell me where they are! Please, tell me. Please.
— Can't help, sorry.
— I'll let you know next week's lottery numbers.
— {he laughs}
— It was worth to try.

Sherlock Holmes

— Miss Mackenzie, House Mistress. Go easy.
— Miss Mackenzie, you're in charge of pupil welfare, yet you left this place wide open last night. What are you, an idiot, a drunk or a criminal?!

— You went on the tube like that?
— None of the cabs would take me.

Explanation:

A breathless Sherlock in a bloody shirt bursts into the room with a harpoon in his hand.

— If you're feeling kind, lock her up, let her go and I doubt she'll survive long without her protection.
— Are you expecting me to beg?
— Yes.
— Please. You're right. I won't even last six months.
— Sorry about dinner.

— Everything I said... It's not real. I was just playing the game.
— I know. And this is just losing.

Didn't even ask for anything, he just likes to cause trouble. That's my kind of man.

Irene Adler

Season 2

Episode 1

The damsel in distress. In the end, are you really so obvious? Because this was textbook. The promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption. Then give him a puzzle and watch him dance.

— Where's John?
— He went out, a couple of hours ago.
— I was just talking to him.
— He said you do that.

There was a man, a MOD official and I knew what he liked. One of the things he liked was showing off. He told me this email was going to save the world. He didn't know but I photographed it...he was a bit tied up at the time. It's a bit small on that screen, can you read it? Code, obviously. I had one of the contry's best cryptographers take a look, though he was mostly upside down, as I recall. Couldn't figure it out. What can you do, Mr Holmes? Go on, impress a girl.

Who is she? How did Sherlock recognise her from... not her face?

— You're rather good.
— You're not so bad.
— Hamish. John Hamish Watson, just if you were looking for baby names.

— I take it you've stood down the police investigation into the shooting at her house?
— How can we do anything while she has the photographs? Our hands are tied.
— She'd applaud your choice of words.