— Oh, no, you're...
— Oh, yes.
— Oh, God!
— Not quite.
— You died, you jumped off a roof.
— No.
— You're dead.
— No, I'm quite sure, I checked.

— Where am I?
— Arse-end of the universe with the scum of the earth.

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

— Those were your parents?
— Yes.
— Well... that is not what I..
— What?
— I mean, they're just so... ordinary.
— It's a cross I have to bear.

— Shut up, Mrs Hudson.
— I haven't said a word!
— You're formulating a question, it's physically painful watching you think.

The problems of your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege. It's all I have to say, it's all I need to know.

— I'm definetly going to kill you!
— Oh, please, killing me, that's so two years ago.

— I'm bringing you your morning tea. You're not usually awake.
— You bring me tea in the morning?
— Well, where do you think it came from?
— I don't know. I just thought it sort of happened.

— I wanted you not to be dead.
— Yeah, well, be careful what you wish for.

— I've written a blog on the varying tensile strengths of diffirent natural fibres.
— I'm sure there's a crying need for that!

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

Today you sit between the woman you have made your wife and the man you have saved. In short, the two people who love you most in all this world.

— You will look after him for me, won't you?
— Don't worry. I'll keep him in trouble.
— That's my girl.