You'd be amazed what a receptionist picks up. They know everything.

This is my game face. The game is on.

The main feature of interest in the field of criminal investigation is not the sensational aspects of the crime itself but rather, the iron chain of reasoning from cause to effect, that reveals, step-by-step, the solution. That's the only truly remarkable aspect of the entire affair.

— There is, in this facility, a prisoner whose intellectual abilities are of occasional use to the British government.
— What, for, like, really difficult sums, long division, that sort of thing?
— She predicted the exact dates of the last three terrorists attacks on the British mainland after an hour on Twitter. That sort of thing.

— Anything you say, Giles.
— ...
— Just kidding. What's his name?
— [whispering] Greg.
— [whispering] What?
— [whispering] Greg!

Breakfast has got to be cool. You know what makes it cool when you're a kid? Dangerous.

Ignorance is bliss.

Oh, this is a good one. Is it my birthday?

... Because you're an idiot, you don't want anyone at the surgery knowing you're in therapy, so that restricts you to lunctime sessions with someone reasonably close. You found four men and one woman. And you are done with the world being explained to you by a man. Who isn't?

— Seriously?
— I'm Sherlock Holmes. I wear the damn hat.

Confession is good for the soul. Provided you can delete it.