Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Killing me, that's so two years ago.

Are you going to see him again?

What? No, no I'm not ill.

SHERLOCK: Lord Moran, Peer of the Realm. Minister for Overseas Development.

And British Birds.

Please, will you do this for me? Please.

Well, you cannot possibly go wrong

the owner always gives me extra portions.

Look at me. And sleep.

Sorry but the holiday is over,

and complete your story.

- What? - They built the platforms,

I'm suddenly realising I probably owe you some sort of an apology.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Everything was anticipated, every eventuality allowed for.

What are you doing?

- Sherlock? - Hmm?

(SIGHING) It's a woman.

You're shaving it off.

Are you really going to keep that?

I'm certainly endeavouring to, sir.

- Oh, my God! - (MOBILES CHIMING)

I've brought along a few little beauties that might interest you.

It is familiar but with the quality of surprise!

- Oh, no, you're... - Oh, yes.

- Apparently, everyone hates it. - Oh?

Five times. Very neatly.

No, please, insult away.

Oh no, you don't take it, do you?

Frequent Turkish and German loan-words.

The airbag needed to be got out of the way just as John cleared the station.

I know him, don't I?

(METAL CLATTERING)

That meant there was a corpse in the morgue somewhere

Maybe he just doesn't mind being different.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

which shows he's a man of a nervous disposition but...

Moriarty was prepared to go.

But also a creature of habit

Just put me back in London.

- Clients? - Just my parents.

to plant suspicion and that that man, whoever he was,

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

I need to know.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Charing Cross is made up of bits of older stations,

But you didn't. You were always right, I wasn't dead.

- It would have ruined everything. - You were enjoying it.

- So if I'm being John... - You're not being John,

Absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, Mrs. Reeves.

- More wine? - No, I'm good with water, thanks.

Rest assured, Mycroft,

I don't know, I can't see the pattern. It's too nebulous.

MARY: Sorry that took so long.

If this man cancels his papers, I need to know.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

so furtive, he reminded me of a trained bloodhound picking out a scent.

That you've spent the last two years playing hide-and-seek?

Actually, um, that was mostly Mycroft's idea.

I just let it slide, Mrs. Hudson, I let it all slide.

I've absolutely no idea how to turn any of these silly little lights off.

And what about John Watson?

- Tell me. - Plain as the nose...

of different natural fibres.

He's different, so what? Why would he mind?

Impossible, the angle was too steep.

- ...utter... - Your face!

And a soldier, as you keep reminding us all!

I can't be seen to be wandering around with an old man.

- I should hope so. - I made a little speech.

Although he left no note, friends say it's unlikely...

I'm living in a world of goldfish.

- Promise you won't tell anyone? - Swear to God!