Sherlock [Season 1, Episode 1]

Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street!

— Shut up.
— I didn't say anything.
— You were thinking. It's annoying.

Bitterness is a paralytic. Love is a much more vicious motivator.

— So why are you talking to me?
— Mrs Hudson took my skull.
— So I'm basically filling in for your skull?
— Relax, you're doing fine.

— You don't seem very afraid.
— You don't seem very frightening.

Sally came round for a nice little chat and just happened to stay over. And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees.

What now? I'm in shock — look, I've got a blancket. And I just caught you a serial killer.

— We found the case. According to someone, the murderer has the case, and we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath.
— Not a psychopath, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.

— Did he offer you money to spy on me?
— Yes.
— Did you take it?
— No.
— Pity, we could have split the fee. Think it through next time.

— There's a woman lying dead.
— Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you'd go deeper.

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

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

— 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.

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

— 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.

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