— Alone is what I have. Alone protects me.
— No, friends protect people.
My friend never explained anything to me.
He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself.
— We had nothing else to go on, until we met other children.
— Oh, yes, that was a mistake. Ghastly. What were they thinking off?
— Probably something about trying to make friends.
— Oh, yes. Friends. Of course, you go in for that sort of thing now.
— And you don't? Ever?
— If you seem slow to me, Sherlock, can you imagine what real people are like? I'm living in a world of goldfish.
— Yes, but I've been away for two years.
— So?
— Oh, I don't know, I thought perhaps you must have found yourself a... goldfish.
Ne marche pas devant moi, je ne suivrai peut-etre pas.
Ne marche pas derriere moi, je ne te guiderai peut-etre pas.
Marche juste a cote de moi et sois mon ami.
Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.
— He must have friends.
— Friends? Have you met this guy?
But I always say, "keep your friends rich and your enemies rich and wait to find out which is which."
That guy's a lousy, back-stabbing cheat. He's my best friend.
— Listen, has he ever had any kind of girl-friend, boyfriend, a relationship, ever?
— I don't know.
— How can we not know?
— He's Sherlock. How will we ever know what goes on in that funny old head?