Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Anyone who stays here a minute longer is admitting to me personally

so it might get thrown out as evidence.

I don't understand.

One of you sits on the board of a prominent broadcaster.

- Two weeks ago? - Three.

Confession is good for the soul, providing you can delete it.

so I'm betting that you live in a narrow street on the ground floor.

Oh, Faith, don't you think I should take that?

What are all these dreadful people doing in my house?!

Not sure. We keep losing visual.

but rather the iron chain of reasoning,

Well, that's a long time, isn't it?

a programme of self-destruction remarkable even by his standards,

Are you ready, sir?

How did you know about that? I didn't tell you that.

Do they really?

- ...you just gave up the ghost. - Yes.

I'm so sorry, I answered your phone, you were busy.

that your whole life turned on one word.

and maybe when you ended your relationship.

Basically fine.

I forgot to factor in the traffic.

Of course I didn't call the police, I'm not a civilian!

Are you having an earthquake?!

That's all it was, it was a smile.

Letting yourself go?

how the hell is that ok?

The fact that I'm his brother changes absolutely nothing.

I'm not sweet, I'm just high. This way.

I'm a cereal killer?

but that's OK, cos you're a lovely doctor.

Exactly, weeks! Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

You're just talking about the ones you know. The ones you've caught.

- talk about this? - Talk about what?

Were we in a meeting? Was there a meeting?

Um, well, no. Never been there.

And why would she be here?

Have you spoken to Mycroft? Molly? Anyone?

wouldn't want blood on the carpet.

Because Mrs Hudson's right. I'm burning up.

I happen to know there's a pair in the salad drawer.

living in isolation, no human contact, no visitors.

civilisation has always depended on a measure of elective ignorance.

for minor surgical procedures.

I'll tell you something

Trust you to fall for a sociopath! Oh, married an assassin!

this goes a bit further than setting a man-trap for Father Christmas.

Forgive me, but you are doing yourself a disservice.

I see you standing like greyhounds in the slips,

Mr Smith? Whenever you are ready.

Friends are people you want to share with.

'If he thinks you need him, I swear...'

And what's that?

Well, it's your birthday. Cake is obligatory.

I'm sorry, Mr Holmes,

But am I what he says I am?

There's loads more.

I might even move him to my favourite room.

I'm not a dark person.

Your daughter Faith's walking cane.

I detest conversation in the past tense.

Look, I didn't know he had the bloody scalpel!

and what it is is... shit.

Oh, I'm picking up Rosie this afternoon,

What's the matter with you?!

- Your skirt. - My skirt?

Though I should mention that it is possible for any given text alert

- Than who? - Anyone.

- Anyone. Anyone. Anyone. - Anyone. Anyone. Anyone.'

How did you... get in?

Without the pies!

I meant the other one.

You are holding yourself to an unreasonable standard.

It was quite lovely, in its way.

- I'm stressed, you're dying! - Yeah, well, I'm ahead, then.

that the angle is consistent

after I've seen my therapist.

We always saw it coming. But it was fun.

Sorry, I'm still catching up with my brain. It's terribly fast.

Oh, Sherlock, what can I say?

What were you doing in the middle of a bloody street?

Really? That's bad luck, isn't it? Goodnight, go away.

I keep telling him, if he was any good as a detective,

I don't understand.

When did Sherlock give you this address?

why, I believe I'm in credit!

Names are not one word. They're always at least two.

It's like a reflex, I can't stop it.

going by the severity of the crease.