Molly Hooper

— How's the hip?
— It's atrocious, but thanks for asking.
— I've seen much worse, but then I do post-mortems.

— Jim wasn't my boyfriend, we went out three times. I ended it.
— Then he stole the Crown Jewels, broke into the Bank of England and organised a prison break. For the sake of law and order, I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship, Molly.

— I know what that means, looking sad when you think no-one can see you.
— You can see me.
— I don't count.

— What happened to the lipstick?
— It wasn't working for me.
— Really? I thought it was a big improvement. Your mouth's too small now.

— I'm not OK.
— Tell me what's wrong.
— Molly, I think I'm going to die.
— What do you need?
— If I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am... would you still want to help me?

— Didn't you get John's text?
— No, I delete his texts. I delete any text that begins, "Hi."

— I want you to calculate John's ideal intake, and mine, to remain in the sweet spot for the whole evening. Light-headed — good.
— Urinating in wardrobes — bad.

— What do you mean "gay"? We're together.
— And domestic bliss must suit you, Molly. You've put on three pounds since I last saw you.
— Two-and-a-haif.
— No, three.
— Sherlock.
— He's not gay! Why do you have to spoil..? He's not!
— With that level of personal grooming?
— Because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair.
— You wash your hair, there's a difference. No, no — tinted eyelashes, clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines. Those tired, clubber's eyes. Then there's his underwear.
— His underwear?
— Visible above the waistline. Very visible. Very particular brend. Plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under the dish. I'd say you'd better break it off now and safe yourself the pain.

— What do you need?
— You.

Who is she? How did Sherlock recognise her from... not her face?

Say it {"I love you"} like you mean it.

– You’re a bit like my dad. He’s dead. No, sorry.
– Molly, please don’t feel the need to make conversation. It’s really not your area.
– When he was... dying, he was always cheerful; he was lovely – except when he thought no-one could see. I saw him once. He looked sad.
– Molly...
– You look sad... when you think he can’t see you. Are you okay? And don’t just say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no-one can see you.
– You can see me.
– I don’t count. What I’m trying to say is that, if there’s anything I can do, anything you need, anything at all, you can have me. No, I just mean... I mean if there’s anything you need... It’s fine.
– What-what-what could I need from you?
– Nothing. I dunno. You could probably say thank you, actually.
— ... Thank you.
– I’m just gonna go and get some crisps. Do you want anything? It’s okay, I know you don’t.
– Well, actually, maybe I’ll...
– Not necessary, I know.