Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- For what? - For everything you did for me.
- I got you out. - No, I got me out.
Not on the maps, but once you eliminate all the other factors,
Leave a note when?
I am sorry.
I see. Yes. Why?
Help!
Unlike the nicely embellished fictions on your blog, John,
(CLEARING THROAT)
- Sherlock. - What?
- Would you like to solve crimes? - Have dinner?
- Why would he be isolated? - He?
(SCREAMING)
According to Mycroft.
It's dressed in a shoddy Victorian outfit from a museum.
Your move.
I mean, what if he'd moved?
Why would anyone mind?
what are we waiting for?
I don't even know what that's supposed to mean.
(EXHALING)
Oh, it's not really my area, what do you suggest?
- Think! - Mmm...
Think! Think, please think.
- Oh, I'm his fiancée. - Oh!
Now, listen to me.
(PANTING)
If one of them starts acting suspiciously, we know something's up.
Tree Worshippers. Oh, that's a corker.
Ages you.
He was obviously just trying to show off.
This is it.
the secret will reside in something seemingly insignificant or bizarre.
Wow!
Seriously, it's not a joke? You're really keeping this?
(GRUNTING)
Okay.
Look, I find it difficult, I find it difficult, this sort of stuff.
Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know how to tell you.
(BEEPS)
So what's down there, a bomb?
(SNIFFING)
Listen, do you have any idea what it was like,
Stepfather posing as online boyfriend.
"I couldn't help thinking what an amazing criminal
ordinary.
- Goodbye, John. - No, don't...
"Don't be smart, crosshair, I'm the Smart one"
Human?
SHERLOCK: I won't insult your intelligence by explaining it to you.
I like him.
If they start to move, I'll know something's up.
LESTRADE: Champagne?
Yes.
Right.
It's very common, but I'm recommending a course of...
- John! - Overreacting!
Wait, before you do anything that you might regret, um,
Uh, it is, you might in fact say, like a face from the past.
"so furtive, he reminded me of a trained bloodhound picking out a scent."
(SIGHING DEEPLY)
Mrs. Hudson, how many times?
You assumed she reacted like that because I was her kidnapper.
(GRUNTING) "Wading in"?
once I'd invited Moriarty onto the roof.
you might have found yourself a goldfish.
It was Jim Moriarty's body with a mask on.
definitely enjoying it
Hang on, hang on, Sumatra Road.
He gets into the last car at Westminster, the only passenger,
Please. It's fine.
Well, the short version,
Uh... My God!
- What? - You know, let the cat out of the bag.
- Brilliant! - Elementary.
(PUNCHING, MAN GROANING)
No.
- Oh, so this is my fault! - (CHUCKLING) Oh, God!
Oh, everyone's a critic.