Sherlock

— Don't staring.
— You're staring!
— We can't both stare.

That's the fraility of genius, John. It needs an audience.

— We should call the police.
— Yes.[Shoots five times in the air] On their way.

— That's how you get your kicks, isn't it? You risk your life to prove you're clever.
— Why would I do that?
— Because you're an idiot.

You need me or you nothing. Because we're just alike, you and I, except you're boring. You're on the side of the angels.

— I was a soldier. I killed people.
— You were a doctor!
— I had bad days!

— Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?
— We solve crimes, I blog about it, and he forgets his pants. I wouldn't hold out too much hope.

Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them..

Sherlock Holmes is a great man, and I think one day, if we're very, very lucky, he might even be a good one.

— Merry Christmas!
— You hate Christmas.
— Yes. Perhaps there was something in the punch.
— Clearly. Go and have some more.

It's never the fall, Sherlock. It's the landing!

— This man got me off a murder charge.
— This is Angelo. Three years ago, I proved to Lestrade, at the time of a particularly vicious triple murder, that Angelo was in a different part of town, house-breaking.

— You had a row with a machine?
— Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse.

Look at you lot. You're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing.

— Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days. Bad news for brain.
— It's good news for breathing.
— Oh, breathing! Breathing's boring.

— I said don't get clever!
— I can't just turn it on and off like a tap.