When all else fails, there are two men sitting, arguing in a scruffy flat, like they've always been there, and they always will. The best and wisest men I have every known. My Baker Street Boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.Mary
P.S. I know you two. And if I'm gone, I know what you can become, because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high, and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well you listen to me, who you really are doesn't matter. It's all about the legend. The stories, the adventures. There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope.Mary
Mycroft: Not in the face, please. I promised my brain to the Royal Society.
Sherlock: Where would you suggest?
Mycroft: Well, I supposed there is a heart somewhere inside me. I don't imagine it's much of a target, but why don't we try for that.
John: I know this is difficult and I know you're being tortured, but you have got to keep it together.
Sherlock: This isn't torture, this is vivisection. We're experiencing science from the perspective of lab rats.
Mycroft: Sherlock, however hard that was -
Sherlock: Euros, I won. I won. Come on, play fair, the girl on the plane, I need to talk to her. I won, I saved Molly Hooper.
Euros: Saved her? From what? Be sensible, there were no explosives in her little house. Why would I be so clumsy? You didn't win, you lost. Look what you did to her. Look what you did to yourself, all those complicated little emotions, I lost count. Emotional context, it destroys you, every time.
Molly: I can't say it because it's true. Sherlock. It's always been true.
Sherlock: Well if it's true then say it anyway.
Molly: You bastard.
Sherlock: Say it anyway.
Molly: You say it first.
Molly: Go on, say it like you mean it.
Sherlock: I - I love you. I love you.
Mycroft: So who loves you? I'm assuming it's not a long list?
John: Irene Adler?
Sherlock: Don't be ridiculous, look at the coffin. Unmarried, practical about death. Alone.
Sherlock: Molly Hooper.
Mycroft: Yes, you know. A violin.
Sherlock: In exchange for?
Mycroft: She's very clever!
Sherlock: I'm beginning to think you're not.
I wrote my own version of the nativity when I was a child. "The Hungry Donkey." It was a bit gory, but if you're gonna put a baby in a manger, you're asking for trouble.Moriarty
Governor: Mr. Moriarty.
Moriarty: Big G! Big G means "governor" in street speak. I'm relatable that way. Do you like my boys? This one's got more stamina, but he's less caring in the afterglow.
Sherlock: My name's Sherlock Holmes.
Sailor: The detective?
Sherlock: The pirate.
Mycroft: This is a private matter.
Sherlock: John stays.
Mycroft: This is family!
Sherlock: That's why he stays!