Mycroft Holmes

— I am not lonely, Sherlock.
— How would you know?

— A D-notice has been slapped on the entire incident. Only those within this room – code names Antarctica, Langdale, Porlock and Love – will ever know the whole truth. As far as everyone else is concerned, going to the Prime Minister and way beyond, Charles Augustus... Are you tweeting?!
— No.
— Well, that's what it looks like.
— Of course I'm not tweeting. Why would I be tweeting?
— Give me that.
— What? No. What are you doing? Get off. What?
— Give it here. "Back on terra firma.."
— No, don't read them out.
— "Free as a bird."
— God, you're such a spoilsport.
— Will you take this matter seriously, Sherlock?
— I am taking it seriously. What makes you think I'm not taking it seriously?
— Hashtag, "Ohwhatabeautifulmorning."

— I'll be mother.
— And there is a whole childhood in a nutshell.

All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.

— Sulejmani, Albanian hit squad, expertly trained killer, living less than 20 feet from your front door.
— Well, it's a great location. Jubilee line's handy.

— What do we say about coincidences?
— The universe is rarely so lazy.

— My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?
— I don't know.
— Neither do I. But, initially, he wanted to be a pirate.

— Why would he care? He despised her at the end. Won't even mention you by name, just "The Woman".
— Is that loathing or a salute? One of a kind, the one woman who matters.

— Too much history between us, John. Old scores, resentments.
— Nicked all his Smurfs? Broke his Action Man?

— An agent gave his life to tell us that.
— Oh well, perhaps he shouldn't have done. He was obviously just trying to show off.

— Just put me back in London. I need to get to know the place again, breathe it. Feel every quiver of its beating heart... And what about John Watson?
— John?
— Have you seen him?
— Oh, yes, we meet every Friday for fish and chips.