Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, how does that help us?

I heard it from his own mouth.

No, it's another one, different owner.

hidden inside a secret compartment inside her padded armpit.

Thatcher, Reagan, Stalin. Time's a great leveller, innit?

Difficult to tell the difference these days.

- Prime Minister? Right. - Leader of the Government.

There was something else. A detail.

What you're about to see is

You don't have many favours left.

I just need to do this in my own way.'

- Hmm? Noticed what? - The little 666 on her forehead.

Molly, Mrs H, we would love you to be godparents.

Nobody shoots me! Anyone shoots, I kill this man.

Oh, do your research.

woken up at all hours to obey its every whim.

The problems of your past are your business.

Of course wait. I'm the target - targets wait.

- where would you go? - Like hiding a tree in a forest.

- Come on. - Holborn?

You're trying to give up smoking - unsuccessfully -

Well, I believe that I...

Can't even tell people's faces apart.

- Everything OK, madam? - I think I'm dying.

Not like this one.

What do you mean?

Oh, my God, that's a...

Pale and trembling, the merchant fled the marketplace

- Tell me about your boss, Moriarty. - Who?

Yeah, and it's all, Oh, aren't you clever. You're so, so clever.

Stay close to me and I will keep you safe from him, I promise you.

and had latterly shown some interest

and sanctify it for our use this day.

Sorry, I didn't catch that

- Now what's wrong? - Not sure, I just...

Swore I would never fly again, yet hear I am!

- to hear it from you. - Why?

I couldn't see what was right under my nose.

Is that quite clear? Don't minute any of this.

people are stupid.

I see. Who is supposed to have shot him, then?

in the back of the neck with a dangerous new drug,

Really, I'm so sorry. Mr Welsborough, Mrs Welsborough.

I myself know of at least 58 techniques to refine

Then he becomes a pirate, for some reason.

Sherlock, the dragon-slayer.

OK, no, hang on a sec, I'll find somewhere quieter.

I'm sorry, my love.'

You're high as a kite!

and a week later...

Hopkins, arrest Wilson. Dimmock, look in the lymph nodes.

No, no, he would never be that disappointing.

That something in my past would come back to haunt me one day.

Lestrade? Another one?

- Oh! Really? - If you...

- Me? - Well, I mean the British government,

in their duties as Christian parents?

I need to concentrate, and I don't want to hit you.

but when they put the fire out and examined the parked car...

Hmm. Well, then, let's hope you solve your little problem, Greg.

- Just the bras. - Get out.

- Vinyl's cheaper than leather. - Yeah, right?

- Yes, please. OK. - One condition.

As ever, Watson, You see but do not observe

I'm working on it.

Sorry, I've never been very good with them.

- Come on, then... - Re! Lax!

Oh, this is a good one. Is it my birthday?