I don't think you should help her again. She is what she is. She wants what she wants. I love her but I love this job, too. The people who do it. She's got to do better.


Hannah: I did help them. I got some bad guys off the street.
Joan: Just not as many as you could have..\

So in other words, you think Species was killed by Species.


Sherlock: Enjoy yourself, Watson.
Joan: I'll try, Holmes.

Sherlock: One of the things I've gained from our collaboration is the working definition of the word, "friendship". Friendship, I've come to believe, is most accurately defined as two people moving towards the best aspects of one another. It is a relationship of mutual benefit, mutual gain. Another thing I've learned is that my isolationist tendencies are decidedly not my best quality. I am not a better person because of a lack of connection. So I think the healthy thing is for you to not move in my direction. In fact, quite the opposite.
Joan: That's worth thinking about.

You're partisan hacks that twist facts until they cohere to a preexisting viewpoint. All while hiding behind the seemingly academic label "think tank". I despise you and your ilk on both sides of the aisle.


Our relationship is predicated on one Holmes and one Watson. It's a delicate homeostasis. It doesn't function properly if there are two Holmeses and no Watsons. So while I am sensitive to this is likely a ripple effect from the tragedy, turning yourself into me in response is not good for our partnership.


No, it *hurts*, Agatha. Everything I see, everything I hear, touch, smell. The conclusions I'm able to draw, the things that are revealed to me, the ugliness. My work focuses me. It helps. You say I am using my gifts. I say I'm just treating them.


They might contest the invasion of privacy as too ironic.


So now you have to have brain damage to want a baby?


Sherlock: She's asked for a donation.
Joan: What, to an environmental group?
Sherlock: To her uterus.

Sherlock: Wailing Goggle Man alone must burn enough fuel in a year to send a rocket to Mars.
Agatha: "Wailing Goggle Man"?
Sherlock: Yeah, yeah, the Irishman with the songs.
Agatha: Bono. His name is Bono.

Elementary Quotes

Holmes: Why do you suppose you hate your job so much?
Watson: I don't hate my job.
Holmes: You have two alarm clocks. No one with two alarm clocks loves their job. Two alarm clocks mean it's a chore for you to get up in the morning.

Watson: How do you do it, guess things?
Sherlock: I observe and then I deduce.
Watson: How did you know I was a doctor, you said you could tell from my hands.
Sherlock: Hand, singular. It was soft no calluses.
Watson: How did you know my father had an affair?
Sherlock: Google. Not everything is deducible.