Elementary (TV series)

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Elementary is an American television series that premiered on CBS on September 27, 2012. It presents a contemporary update of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes detective stories set in New York City. It stars Jonny Lee Miller as Holmes and Lucy Liu as Watson.


Season 1[edit]

Pilot [1.01][edit]

Watson: Mr. Holmes, did your father tell you that I'd be coming?
Holmes: He e-mailed, said to expect some sort of addict-sitter.
Watson: Then he explained his conditions in respect to your sobriety?
Holmes: If you mean his threats to evict me from this, the shoddiest and least renovated of the five, count them, five properties he owns in New York, then yeah. He made his conditions quite clear. I use, I wind up on the street. I refuse your quote-unquote help, I wind up on the street. It was my understanding that most sober companions are recovering addicts themselves, but you've never had a problem with drugs or alcohol.
Watson: Your father told you?
Holmes: Of course he didn't.
Watson: Do you care to explain why you broke out of your rehab facility the same day you were being released?
Holmes: Bored.
Watson: You were bored?
Holmes: No, I am bored. Right now. It happens often. You'll get used to it.

Watson: There was a woman here just now. Did she get you high?
Holmes: About six feet. (he pulls his belt off a ladder, which has two pairs of handcuffs attached to the rungs) I actually find sex repellent. All those fluids and odd sounds. But my brain and my body require it to function at optimum levels, so I feed them as needed.

Holmes: Tell me, how do clients typically introduce you?
Watson: What do you mean?
Holmes: I mean, I find it hard to believe they'd actually tell someone they've been assigned a glorified helper monkey.
Watson: Helper monkey? You and I have what's known as companion/client confidentiality, which means you can introduce me however you'd like: friend, co-worker, relative, and I'll play along. But, to be honest, most clients just call me their companion.
Holmes: Hmm. Captain Gregson!
Gregson: Holmes, how are you doing?
Holmes: Watson, this is Captain Gregson. Captain Gregson, this is Miss Watson, my personal valet.

Holmes: I'm afraid she's quite crucial to my process, Captain.
Watson: It's OK, really.
Holmes: Actually it isn't, [aside to Watson] at least not according to my fathers e-mail. [back to Gregson] Well, as he explained it, it's the job of a proper valet to accompany his or her charge to their place of business. Well, consider this my place of business. Consider every wretched hive of depravity and murder in this city my place of business. Unless of course, you don't really have the stomach for the sort of thing I do.
Watson: I'm good.

Watson: How do you do it?
Holmes: Do what?
Watson: Guess things.
Holmes: I don't guess. I observe; and once I've observed, I deduce.
Watson: You said you could tell from my hands that I used to be a surgeon.
Holmes: Hand, singular, actually. It was soft, no callouses. Also, it smelled faintly of beeswax. Many surgeons, as you know, use beeswax cream to protect their hands from dehydration after repeated washing. Old habits die hard. I don't see why you gave up your medical career to become a companion. I'd wager that addiction claimed the life of someone close to you, and his or her death led you to make drastic changes in your life. Am I close?
Watson: What about my father?
Holmes: What about him?
Watson: How did you know he had an affair?
Holmes: Google. Not everything is deducible.

Holmes: I'm sorry. Not just for your car, for the way I spoke to you earlier. I knew the death of your patient would be a sore subject, I just --
Watson: Couldn't help yourself. Yeah, I'm starting to see how that's sort of a thing with you.
Holmes: I assume you've told my father about what happened tonight. I'm going to miss that brownstone.
Watson: Actually, you're not. I spoke with him, and since what you did at the hospital had nothing to do with drugs, he's agreed to give you another chance.
Holmes: You've decided to stay on as my companion, haven't you? He never would have agreed if you hadn't. I'm very pleased, Watson. For myself, of course, but for you. I happen to think there's some hope for you as an investigator.

While You Were Sleeping [1.02][edit]

Watson: What do you mean you put yourself into a trance?
Holmes: I hypnotized myself. It's simple, really. The key is word repetition. My word, as you may have guessed, is amygdala.
Watson: So you hypnotized yourself at your first group support meeting.
Holmes: I couldn't listen to all those sob stories, now could I?
Watson: That's the whole point and when, you know, you feel comfortable, you can share.
Holmes: You've been with me a week now, Watson. You know I don't share.
Watson: Well then why can't you listen?
Holmes: Attic theory. I've always believed the human brain is like an attic: storage space, facts, but because that space is finite, it must be filled only with things one needs to be the best version of oneself. It's important, therefore, not to have useless facts: the natterings that comprised your support meeting, for example, crowding out useful ones.

Watson: I'm going to wait in the hall.
Holmes: Why must you continue to act like you've never seen a dead body before? You were a surgeon, you went to medical school, surely you worked on cadavers.
Watson: Right. Because that's exactly the same thing.

Watson: I've got to go meet my friend soon. Are you going to be okay getting home by yourself?
Holmes: This friend that you're meeting, when was the last time you slept with him? It's quite obvious it's a he and an ex-lover. You go out of your way to avoid gender and every time you talk about him you avert your gaze when say "friend." As to how I know it's not a current lover, your walk speaks volumes.
Watson: My walk.
Holmes: A study in Belgium showed that a woman's recent orgasmic history can be discerned from her gait. Yours would indicate it's been a while.
Watson: Is it sad being wrong as often as you are right?
Holmes: My advice: sleep with him. It'll do wonders for your mood.

Holmes: Shh... [yells in the coma patient's ear] Yvette!
Watson: What is wrong with you?
Holmes: Closed eyes do not necessarily a coma make.
Watson: You think she's faking.
Holmes: It's tea blossom deodorant, the same as at the crime scene.
Watson: What are you doing?
Holmes: I'm looking for a syringe.
Watson: What for?
Holmes: I'm going to stab it into the softest part of Miss Ellison's thigh. Lots of nerve endings there. No one can fake their way through that.
Watson: If you wanted to know if she was really in a coma, all you had to do was ask. [lifts Yvette Ellison's arm and lets go]
Holmes: That's okay but I can't stab her in the thigh?

[Holmes sets his violin on fire.]
Watson: Oh, my God! What the hell-?!
Ty Morstan: (over the phone) Joanie? Is everything okay?
Watson: Ty, I'm gonna have to call you back!
Holmes: You were right about the stress relief. I felt like Jimi Hendrix there for a moment.

[during their next group meeting]
Watson: You're not supposed to be working here.
Holmes: Would you rather I put myself into another trance?
Watson: Oh, I already thought of that. (shows him a thumbtack) You even think about zoning out, this goes into the softest part of your thigh. Lots of nerve endings there.
Holmes: You wouldn't dare.

Watson: Do you close yourself off to people and deny yourself things that might bring you pleasure not because it makes you a better investigator, but because it's some sort of penance?
Holmes: Penance?
Watson: For what happened in London; being addicted. I don't know. I guess it just occurred to me that it might be something someone might do and not even know it.
Holmes: Well, you always know it, Watson. If you didn't, it wouldn't be penance.

Child Predator [1.03][edit]

Watson: Have you been up all night?
Holmes: I started digging through one of the files I keep on open serial murders. After you'd gone to bed I lost track of time. Still losing track of it as a matter of fact. No jogging, sorry.
Watson: I thought that we both agreed that a little exercise would be a good addition to your sobriety.
Holmes: For future reference, when I say that 'I agree with you' it means I'm not listening.
Watson: Do you know what else is great? Jazzercise. Get you some leg warmers, headband, you'll look awesome.
Holmes: I agree with you.

Holmes: I'm not sleeping. I'm just reviewing the details of the case in my mind.
Watson: I'm sorry. Were you talking to me? Because I thought I was just a cavernous expanse between two ears.
Holmes: You mustn't be so sensitive, Watson. The service you're providing is quite valuable. For a brief stretch in London I talked only to a phrenology bust I kept in my study. I named him Angus. It wasn't the same. I realized that when it came to listeners I preferred animates to inanimate. Quite a breakthrough, really.
Watson: Angus. I'm glad I made it to the "animate" category.

Adam: I have an immunity deal.
Holmes: For crimes committed "in consort with" Samuel Abbott.

Holmes: What are you doing?
Watson: Depriving you of all stimulus.
Holmes: What? No! No, no, no. Right after you solve a case you're flush with success. We should double down on work.
Watson: We?
Holmes: You, me, [holds up bust] Angus! Some combination of the three. You already know I favor you.

The Rat Race [1.04][edit]

Aaron: "CUS", I think that means "See You Soon". But what does "IMLTHO" stand for?
(cut to Holmes and Watson)
Holmes: It means "In My Less Than Humble Opinion".
Watson: Your abbreviations are becoming borderline indecipherable. I don't know why, because you are obviously capable of being articulate.
Holmes: Language is evolving Watson. Becoming a more efficient version of itself. I love text short hand. It allows you to convey content and tone, without losing velocity.

Holmes: Met a man i see. Handsome one at that.
Watson: Um, this is the part where I ask you how you knew that, right.
Holmes: You put your hair up when you want to look your best. You think its more flattering. Your wrong of course. It's a draw.

Watson: The guys at Wall Street are more... formal, in the way they dress.
Holmes: Those are costumes. I loathe bankers. They rig the roulette wheel of commerce, very nearly destroy the world economy and they still think if they wear suits they'll be treated as respectable folk instead of the crooks that they are.

Watson: I don't think I've ever seen you so happy as you were in the conference room. Mastering the Masters of the Universe.
Holmes: Bit of a let-down, actually. I'm starting to think I could have gotten twenty times my normal rate.
Watson: What is your normal rate?
Holmes: Oh, I don't have one. Remind me to make one up before we leave.

Holmes: How was your date?
Watson: Good. Fine. I think maybe he lied to me. It was the end of the night and we were talking about whether or not we've been married and when he said he hadn't, and this isn't something I would have noticed before I started working with you, but I could swear he wasn't telling the truth.
Holmes: Flexing our deductive muscles are we, I could burst with pride.

Jim Fowkes: You think there's a sociopath working for us? Let me let you in on a little secret, Mr. Holmes: we're all sociopaths.

Holmes: It has its costs.
Watson: What does?
Holmes: Learning to see the puzzle in everything. They're everywhere. Once you start looking, it's impossible to stop. It just so happens that people, with all the deceits and illusions that inform everything they do, tend to be the most facinating puzzles of all. Of course, they don't always appreciate being seen as such.
Watson: Seems like a lonely way to live.
Holmes: As I said. Has its costs.

Lesser Evils [1.05][edit]

Watson: Any luck?
Holmes: Luck is an offensive, abhorrent concept. The idea that there is a force in the universe tilting events in your favor or against it is ridiculous. Idiots rely on luck.
Watson: So that'd be a no.

Watson: I was thinking sushi tonight.
Holmes: Salmonella, vibrio parahaemolyticus, mercury poisoning, Anasakis simplex: all illnesses contractible from eating raw fish. Anasakis, of particular note, is a worm that can burrow into the wall of the lower intestine, often requiring surgery to remove it. But yeah, sushi's good.

Dr. Carrie Dwyer: I wanted you know that you were right: Morgan had endocarditis. The lab found it on a TEE, which coincidentally is the test you wanted me to run on her. The funny thing is, I didn't order it for her. Some anonymous person put the request in her chart and the lab followed through.
Watson: Remember in our vascular rotation how the chief resident used to always say "better lucky than good"? Sounds to me like you were lucky.
Dwyer: Yeah. I guess I was.
Watson: I know what it's like not to be lucky. It turned my life upside down.
Dwyer: You were always a good friend, Joanie, but you were a better doctor.

Holmes: I must say, Watson, I enjoyed catching a glimpse of you in your former element. It seems to me your friend was right. You were quite a doctor.
Watson: I had my moments.
Holmes: Maybe you'll give it another go one of these days.

Flight Risk [1.06][edit]

Holmes: [shouting over the noise] Too loud? Sorry! I went downstairs to get some cereal; didn't want to miss anything. This city has excellent scanner apps, but there's nothing like the tactility of the original devices, all those dials and buttons.
Watson: You like pushing buttons. I'm stunned. You've been glued to these for the last few days.
Holmes: Slow week, at least in regards to murder and mayhem. Captain Gregson hasn't called once.
Watson: Maybe some lunatic will throw his mother-in-law in the wood chipper, give you something to do today.
(Holmes holds up two crossed fingers.)

Alistair: You can't expect Sherlock Holmes to relate to you the way another person might. The moment you do, he'll migrate out of your life, and you'll be the poorer for it.

One Way to Get Off [1.07][edit]

Sherlock Holmes: I left some urine in your room.
Dr. Joan Watson: ...Tell me it's in a cup.

Victor Nardin: I don't kill those people! Okay?
[Holmes walks into the interrogation room, holding an orange.]
Sherlock Holmes: Victor Nardin, think fast!
[He throws it into Nardin's face.]
Detective Marcus Bell: What are you doing?!
Holmes: This man is innocent. Detective Bell, a word, please?
Nardin: Why he hit me?
Bell: [following Holmes out] Hey, stay right there!
[A moment later, in Gregson's office.]
Bell: So you assault our perp with an orange, and that has you convinced he's innocent?

The Long Fuse [1.08][edit]

[Holmes and Watson are watching Bell interview a suspect.]
Watson: You don't look convinced.
Holmes: Bomb building is a dangerous venture. It requires patience, precision, attention to detail. Mr. Jacobs' wristwatch is nine minutes slow, and his fly is three-quarters down. That doesn't scream "detail-oriented".
Watson: Ted Kaczynski looked like a hobo puked another hobo. He managed to hurt plenty of people.
Holmes: And point taken.

Watson: One way or the other, I'm going to be out of your life in a few weeks. Maybe you're dreading that day. Maybe you're counting the seconds. Either way, I'm going to make sure you're ready when the time comes. I promise.

You Do It To Yourself [1.09][edit]

Holmes: (examining a body) No shell casings,, no skull fragments, no gray matter. He was killed elsewhere and then dumped here.
Det. Bell: Yeah, tell me something I don't know.
Holmes: A pig's orgasm lasts up to thirty minutes.

Det. Bell: (in the victim's office) Appointment book. Maybe it'll tell us what he got up to last night.
Holmes: Unlikely he would notate trips to an underground Chinese gambling parlor.
Det. Bell: Excuse me?
Holmes: That's what he was doing last night.
Det. Bell: I know you're just waiting for me to ask you why you think that.
Det. Bell: Why do you think that?
Holmes: I'm glad you asked!
Holmes: Mah-jongg tiles come in pairs, why would he hold on to one of each?
Det. Bell: Because these tiles aren't for playing. They're membership cards to underground casinos. Aren't you gonna ask me how I knew that?
(Holmes just stares.)
Det. Bell: Fine, whatever.

Watson: I texted you. You didn't have to come.
Holmes: As I explained the other day, there's nothing more hazardous to my health than boredom. Besides, I thought it might be nice to meet the ex.
Watson: I'm pretty sure he's not going to show.
Holmes: And here you sit.
Watson: I'll give him ten more minutes. If there's someplace else you have to be...
Holmes: Not tonight, Watson. Not tonight.

The Leviathan [1.10][edit]

[Watson, bemused, greets one and then two half-dressed women (identical twins) emerging from Sherlock's bedroom, followed by Sherlock himself.]
Holmes: If you must know, Watson, the Lynch sisters and I share a mutually beneficial relationship.
Watson: If I must know? I didn't ask.
Holmes: I need to study the differences that arise between two people with the same genetic material - in the Lynches' case, there are seven major ones - and they get-
Watson: I... didn't... ask!

Micah Erlich: If you know our work, you know that we introduced a new flagship product in 2009, "The Leviathan."
Holmes: Yes, the safe that you marketed as "impregnable." Did you people learn nothing from the Titanic?

Holmes: Before you say anything, I would like to remind you that I'm holding an ax.

Holmes: It's obvious what happened: one of the original team sold the recipe for breaching The Leviathan to an outside party.
Watson: That's obvious?
Holmes: When you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth.
Watson: And what's impossible here is how you couldn't break into the safe but someone else could. In other words, you are the smartest man in the world.... I'm waiting for you to challenge me and say that's ridiculous.

Watson: I put a lock code on this phone to prevent you from sending out texts!
Holmes: I was hired to breach The Leviathan. Did you really think I wouldn't be able to get into your phone?

Watson: I know you're going to blow this off, but I'm going to say it anyway: thank you. I've never been able to make my family understand what it is that I do.
Holmes: Yes, well I meant very little of what I said.
Watson: There's the blowing off part.
Holmes: I know my audiences. I told them what they wanted to hear. They're nice people, your family, but they are at their core, conventional. You make an effort to appear conventional, but I know, Watson, that you share my love for all that is bizarre and outside the humdrum routine of ordinary life. Your family will never understand this, so I gave them something they would understand.

Holmes: I suppose being proven right is the best gift of all. There was no genius who independently cracked the code of The Leviathan. It was a question of copying the original team.
Watson: So that means you still might be the smartest person in the world.
Holmes: I would never suggest that.
Watson: Really? I think that's the first time I've ever heard you say anything remotely modest.
Holmes: That's not modesty. There's just no reliable way to test the hypothesis.

Mary Watson: I know that you think that I don't like your new career.
Watson: To put it mildly.
Mary Watson: You're right, I don't like it, but not for the reasons that you think. I'm not happy that you're a sober companion, because it never seems to make you happy.
Watson: How do you know what makes me happy?
Mary Watson: I know because you're my daughter. After you left medicine, after what happened with Liam, I've always thought that this job was something you picked out of, I don't know, out of a sense of duty. When you came to dinner the other night, when the two of you talked about Sherlock's work, I saw something in you. It was a spark. A sense of excitement. I haven't seen that in you in a long time. You like what he does.
Watson: Yes, okay. I enjoy it, but I'm not a detective, mom, and I'm almost done working with Sherlock and then it's on to another client.
Mary Watson: Will the next client make you happy? People find their paths in the strangest of ways.

Dirty Laundry [1.11][edit]

Watson: How do you deal with cases not working out the way you want them to?
Holmes: The only promise a puzzle makes is an answer. Liking the answer doesn't factor in; in our line of work, it mustn't.

Holmes: I'm quite proud of you, Watson. Your doggedness. I give you as much credit for solving this case as I do myself.
Watson: Thanks.
Holmes: No wonder you're so keen to be my associate.
Watson: Sherlock --
Holmes: As I proposed the other day, you can tell my father I've hit a bit of a rough patch. He'll keep the checks coming and you can continue to hone your skills.
Watson: I took another job this morning. I work with other therapists and I was referred to another client, so I'll be starting with him next week after you and I wrap up.
Holmes: I see. I'm usually quite good with deductions.
Watson: Are you okay?
Holmes: My dear Watson, whenever am I not?

M. [1.12][edit]

Therapist: I know how invigorating you found his work. You went from being a surgeon to an addiction counselor. There's no reason you couldn't make another change. Pursue work of a more, investigative nature.
Watson: Yeah, I'm not interested in becoming an investigator. I like what I do right now.
Therapist: Well there's the rub I'm afraid. Short of your client falling off the wagon, your "right now" is coming to an end.

Watson: [To Holmes] I'm going to miss this. Well, maybe not this, but this. Working with you, I think what you do is amazing. I wanted to tell you that at the wrap up dinner but it seems less and less likely that's going to happen.

Watson: It's funny, when I moved in, you didn't mention anything about your little uhh, surveillance system.
Holmes: This is my sanctum sanctorum. Did you honestly believe there wouldn't be security measures?
Watson: OK, is that M (gestures to a photo)? You told a bunch of children to go to upscale hotels to look for him, why?
Holmes: Note the hands, vintage MG driving gloves. Quite expensive, but not nearly as expensive as his John Varvatos shoes. M has money. That much is obvious. He's also a recent immigrant to New York. Why did I assume he'd be in a hotel as oppose to a property he might own? Well it's quite simple, I noted a curious scent on the note that he left. I quickly realized it was, in fact, a combination of scents. Those of the high end hand soap and an even higher end mint based shampoo. Each product is used by various upscale hotels around the city but only one chain, The Bettancourt, stocks both. My attendants and I each took a Bettancourt and watched for M.
Watson: Right, that's all very impressive, but I wanna know why you shared a photo of a wanted serial killer with a bunch of kids instead of going to the NYPD.
Holmes: Several weeks ago you learned of the existence of a woman named Irene Adler. I told you she died.
Watson: M killed her.
Holmes: Obviously he realized the degree to which I was assisting the British police in the hunt to find him. He zeroed in on me, made things personal. As to why I'm withholding information from the NYPD, it's quite simple. I have no intention of capturing M. I have every intention of torturing, and murdering him.

M: Sebastian Moran, that's my real name. Look it up! The fight I was in, there was a trial, it was in the papers. I couldn't have hurt your girl, you'll see I'm tellin' the truth. He always talked about you. Must have been obsessed or something, had a fascination. He never told me you was here and he sure as hell never told me that was your apartment I broke into. I won't be surprised if he's the one that killed your precious Irene.
Holmes: No
Moran: Don't let him play you as well!
Holmes: No. It's you. Has to be.
Moran: Listen, you can kill me for all the others, but your girl. That was him. That was Moriarty.

Moran: I knew you'd make the right decision. You're a rare thing in this world, Holmes. You're an honorable man.
Holmes: A famous statistician once stated that while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty. You can, for example, never foretell what any one man will do, but you can, with precision, say what an average man will do. Individuals vary, percentages remain constant. So says the statistician. I... am not an average man. (stabs Moran)

Watson: You're missing out on quite a story back there. The stab wound he sustained, he claims he got it in a struggle, but I'm pretty sure if he had there would have been more damage. Looks more like he was stationary, maybe even restrained. I used to be a surgeon and I don't know if I could have found a way to stab a man without actually doing any real harm. If that's what you meant to do, I'm impressed. You were trying to make some sort of point.
Holmes: He presumed to know me and he needed to be shown that he did not.
Watson: He says he's willing to confess to all the murders, but he won't give you up.
Holmes: He believes that hes been wronged. He thinks I'm the best chance he has at bring whoever wronged him to justice.
Watson: Are you planning on helping him? He killed Irene.
Holmes: No. As it turns out, he did not. He was incarcerated at the time she died. I confirmed it a short while ago. I am sorry that I lied to you, Watson. The last few days have been quite vexing. Even now I'm not certain if I've done the right thing in allowing him to live. It's strange, really. I'm rarely conflicted about the decisions I make. That's the beauty of deductive reasoning, I suppose. It makes a science of almost everything. Not this. [Watson sits and takes Holmes' hand] I'm going to miss this. Maybe not this, so much, but this. Working with you. I think what you do is amazing. I'm sorry our last days together had to go so poorly.

The Red Team [1.13][edit]

(Holmes is studying his board of clues and theories to the identity of "Moriarty".)
Watson: And how does Napoleon Bonaparte fit in?
Holmes: By the time of my third night without sleep, I may have been reaching.

Watson: Your hobby is conspiracy theories?
Holmes: No, of course not. Conspiracy theories are pure sophistry. Large groups of people cannot keep secrets. My hobby is conspiracy theorists. I adore them as one would a barmy uncle or a pet that can’t stop walking into walls.

Holmes: I've confirmed from three different sources, that this model is not commercially available. You cannot buy it if you are a civilian.
Watson: So what are you saying, the government was monitoring these people? You think it was possible that they really stumbled onto something?
Holmes: Len Pontecorvo, rest his soul, was one of the laziest thinkers I have ever come across. His ideas are insane... most of them, that is. I found this one... [props a file on the table]
Watson: [reading] "The Red Team."
Holmes: Yes.

Watson: I thought there was no such thing as conspiracy theories?
Holmes: Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, Watson.

Holmes: You cannot give someone Alzheimer's, but you may be able to mimic its symptoms. Alzheimer's patients, they do not have seizures. People who've been poisoned with domoic acid do.
Watson: Domoic acid -- that's what you find in rotten shell fish.
Holmes: It is also a neurotoxin. It attacks the hippocampus, the seat of memory in the brain. You give someone a large enough dose, they'd lose virtually their entire memory. They would appear to be an Alzheimer's patient. Murder is just one way to stop someone from talking. This is much more creative. The beauty is, we can test to see if I'm right.

Watson: Oh, it's that simple? You're just going to find five classified names?
Holmes: Why not? It's my day off.

Holmes: The man is a practiced interrogator. He knows an insincerity when he hears one.
Watson: Well, sometimes you have to talk about things that make you uncomfortable.
Holmes: I won't feel uncomfortable; you will.

Holmes: I'm smarter than everyone I meet, Watson. I know it is bad form to say that, but in my case, it is a fact. Allowances have to be made.
Watson: Allowances?
Holmes: See, you're uncomfortable. [quote omission] fortunately, we will soon have driving to distract us.

Watson: Their plan to attack it was so good they made it a national secret.
Holmes: The world is balanced on a knife edge of destruction every single day. You accept that, and you can just get on with things.

The Deductionist [1.14][edit]

Watson: I'm glad your bust was such a success last night, but this place still smells like stripper.

Watson: I'm going to bed. You need anything?
Holmes: I know that Catherine Drummond is obsessed with her work. She prides herself on the accuracy of her profiles, but do you think she would have gone so far as to destroy a family to lend credence to one of her claims?
Watson: Did you ever consider the possibility that she lied about you in the article?
Holmes: What would she have to gain? I was never revealed as the subject in the article. No one ever compared me to it. Anyway, she got a good deal right.
Watson: She predicted your drug problem. So what? You got clean. You picked up your career right where you left off, and you even made a friend, something that Catherine claimed in her article was virtually impossible. Me. I'm talking about me. Look, my point is, the only thing that anyone can predict about people with 100 percent certainty is that they'll change, and anyone who thinks otherwise is kidding themselves.

(Holmes is watching the amateur pornographic movie that was shot in Watson's apartment.)
Holmes: If I were you, I wouldn't be upset that a dirty movie was produced in my home. I would be upset that it was produced so sloppily. And if you haven't already, I strongly recommend that you find yourself a new spatula.

(Joan vacates her apartment after finding out that her sublet used it to shoot a pornographic movie.)
Bruce: What do you want?
Joan: I want you and Cooper to pay for all of my stuff to be put in storage until I find a new place. I also want $1,200 for that couch, because after everything it's been through in that movie, it needs to be taken out back and shot.

A Giant Gun, Filled With Drugs [1.15][edit]

Watson: How are you not a total wreck right now? If my kid was taken and held for ransom, I don't know if I could keep it together. You seem quite... I don't know, Zen.
Rhys Kinlan: I made a delivery once to Holmes at Scotland Yard. Crazy, right? Crazier still, he invites me to stay and watch him assist in the interrogation of this lunatic who'd been planting car bombs all over the city. The police knew there was another one out there, but they didn't know where it was. Holmes is in the room with the guy for, like, five minutes, figures out where the bomb is from a couple of stains on the guy's shoes. You ask why I'm not a total wreck? Because I believe in Sherlock Holmes.

Details [1.16][edit]

Holmes: In the meantime, you should expect more guerilla-style tests of your ability to fight back!
(Watson's door slams.)
Holmes: (evil smile) You have been warned.

Holmes: (on Officer Reyes) She boxes. I can tell from her knuckles and the tape residue. Perhaps she would agree to spar with you. Give me an idea of what you might be like with an opponent in your similar weight class.
Watson: Are you sure this sudden new interest in my safety has nothing to do with watching two women engage in some foxy boxing?
Holmes: You think you're foxy?

(Holmes throws a tennis ball at Watson's back.)
Watson: OW! What the hell was that about?!
Holmes: Don't be cross. It could have been a knife.

Watson: Ah, I take the bathroom is also a bust.
Holmes: That depends. Can you think of any reason that Bell would have a lingerie catalog on which your head has been super-imposed on almost all of the models? (Watson looks outraged) He hasn't, but can you think of any reason he would?

Therapist: You were held at gun point!?
Watson: We both were. Me and Sherlock's friend.
Therapist: His ex-dealer.
Watson: There was a struggle, the man with the gun was incapacitated, but then Rhys was shot in the abdomen. I was able to stabilise him until the paramedics took over.
Therapist: Did he pull through? The man who was shot?
Watson: Yes he did.
Therapist: What about you? Have you noticed any post-traumatic symptoms in yourself. Anxiety?
Watson: No
Therapist: Nightmares?
Watson: I've been sleeping just fine.
Therapist: You know I've always been supportive of your exploration of Sherlock's work, but your pattern with him has become troubling. For one thing you haven't told him you're no longer being paid to serve as his sober companion, and now it sounds as if your life is at risk in his home.
Watson: Oh, he would agree with you. He's been pushing me to learn self-defense.
Therapist:When's the last time you talked about boundaries with him?
Watson: Oh I talk about them all the time. He doesn't always listen.
Therapist: May I give you my professional opinion?
Watson: Please.
Therapist: It's time you moved on. Find a new client. It's been a grand adventure these last few months, with Sherlock, but it's run it's course.
Watson: But I'm not staying with him for some grand adventure.
Therapist: His work placed you in real physical danger. You could have been killed. You claim he respects you, that he cares about your safety. If he really cares, and if he's really as smart as you say he is, tell me: why isn't he the one telling you to move on?

Watson: You know what, I appreciate your concern with my safety, I really do, but I think we need to have a conversation about boundaries. Okay, you've given me this incredible window into what you do, and you know what? It is fascinating. But at the end of the day, I am not your apprentice, I am your sober companion
Holmes: No, you're not! No, you are not. You haven't been for quite some time.
Watson: Sherlock, what are you-?
Holmes: I know that you lied to me several weeks ago, when you said that my father had renewed your contract. I found out when I telephoned him last week. I'm not angry. If anything, I am grateful. You saw that I was in a raw state and you stayed to see me through it. Now when I learned of the lie, however, I deliberately adopted a more sanguine mood. I wanted you to see that I was well again, so that you could move on. But the most curious thing happened: you stayed. Days passed, then a week. It became clearer and clearer that you were not staying for me, but for yourself.
Watson: Sherlock, I-
Holmes: It's difficult for you to say aloud, I know. So I won't ask you to. Rather, I would ask you to consider a proposal: stay on permanently. Not as my sober companion, but as my companion. Allow me to continue to teach you, assist me in my investigations. In return you will receive a stipend that will, at least, equal the salary my father was paying you.
Watson: You don't even have a source of income.
Holmes: I have certain funds set aside. You may continue to reside at the brownstone. You may reside elsewhere. You may also consider yourself relieved of any and all confidentiality burdens with regards to my sobriety. This is an important decision and I encourage you to discuss it with others. Explain what you have been to me, and what I believe you can be to me... a partner.
(He puts on his coat and starts to leave, but then turns back.)
Holmes: Oh, and lest you think this is an act of charity, a gift from a grateful client, let me assure you it is not. I am better with you Watson. I'm sharper, I'm more focused. Difficult to say why, exactly. Perhaps in time I'll solve that as well.

Marcus Bell: Andre, about what I said the other day, asking you if you were-
Andre: Don't. You don't have to say anything.
Marcus: No, I do. I do, I'm sorry. I...
Andre: It's cool, Marcus. It's cool, seriously.
Marcus: I gotta ask. The note you left, "was not Marcus".
Andre: You told me someone tried to frame you for a shooting, I don't know, I just figured maybe it was the same guy.
Detective Bell: No, I know, but we fought yesterday. You were shot in the back. No way you saw who did it, no way you could have known for sure it wasn't me.
Andre: But I did know. I know you. And you gotta look out for family, even when they disappoint you.

Watson: There's just one thing we're going to need for this to work.
Holmes: Oh, what's that?
(She throws a basketball into his face.)
Holmes: Ow!
Watson: Could have been a knife.

Possibility Two [1.17][edit]

Sherlock: Strain yourself to be alert to the bizarre and the unusual; that which has no place in any given picture.
Watson: Like that stretch limo with the driver staring straight at us?

(repeated line)
Sherlock: (to Watson) You're a detective now, you tell me.

Watson: Hey, what's this?
Sherlock: You're a detective now, you tell me.
Watson: Ah, it looks like you left your dry cleaning ticket for me.

Sherlock: Which is why I am considering possibility two.
Watson: (looks at board) It's blank.
Sherlock: Possibility two has stubbornly refused to reveal itself.
Watson: Well, keep staring at the wall, I'm sure it's hiding in there somewhere.

Sherlock: A good detective knows that every task, every interaction, no matter how seemingly banal, has the potential to contain multitudes. I live my life alert to this possibility. I expect my colleagues to do the same.

Déjà Vu All Over Again [1.18][edit]

Watson: I just have one question... What kind of name is Sherlock?

Holmes: The human face, Watson, is like the penis, or so said the great personality theorist Silvan Tomkins. The point being, the face, like the male member, has a mind of its own. It betrays us on an almost daily basis, advertises our secrets to those who know what to look for.

Watson: You think you can find the guy from a patch?
Holmes: Stranger things, Watson...

Watson: If you were working this case... What would your next step be?

Watson: (to Holmes) I keep thinking if you were the one to break into the trunk, she would have been there.

Holmes: Have I told you how distracting I find self-doubt? If you're going to wallow, you'll have to do it in the privacy of your own room.

Holmes: How, in this case, does "A" lead to "B"?
Watson: Maybe "A" didn't lead to "B"... maybe "B" led to "A".

Watson: But don't take my word for it. I'm just a woman with a crazy story...

Snow Angels [1.19][edit]

Holmes: Yesterday you complained when I took Ms. Hudson in.
Watson: Yesterday I was upset because you brought a stranger into our shared living space without asking. Today she's no longer a stranger. I like Ms. Hudson. You know, she's lost. She's just trying to figure herself out.
Holmes: You identify with her. She's like you were before you met me.
Watson: What?
Holmes: Lost, trying to figure yourself out.
Watson: No, I reject that analogy. I just want to help her. I think it would be good if Ms. Hudson learned to take care of herself, that's all.

Holmes: Would you please give [Captain Gregson] this message? "Fairly certain E-R-O-C will be robbed today, connected to security guard murder, Sherlock Holmes. Over." Right, we need to get to East Rutherford, New Jersey.
Watson: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I thought the whole reason we left the house was because we could not reach the police.
Holmes: Well, we have no idea if they're going to get the message, or whether they can spare the manpower if by some miracle they do get the message. And we don't even have any proof. No, the most sensible course is for us to go to EROC ourselves.
Watson: And do what? What if there are fifty commandos shooting up the place?
Holmes: Well, I have my whistle. I don't know what's gonna happen next! That's what makes this an adventure.

Dead Man's Switch [1.20][edit]

Holmes: I have a particular disdain for blackmailers. They are, in some respects, more despicable to me than even murderers.

Holmes: Two years ago, Charles Milverton referred a client to 'The Sheriff.' His name was Abraham Zelner, a morbidly obese man who wanted to sue an airline for removing him from a flight. Zelner was the only client that Milverton referred. Earlier we were theorizing that 'HENRY8' was Milverton's accomplice. Henry the Eighth, as I'm sure you're aware, was the fattest monarch in British history.
Watson: So you think Zelner was his accomplice, and that Milverton gave him that code name because he was heavyset?
Holmes: Orson Welles was heavyset. Abraham Zelner could pull small moons out of orbit.

Holmes: (answers phone) The Brownstone is on fire, my bees have escaped, and there is a giant comet headed for Manhattan.
Watson: Excuse me?
Holmes: The way the evening is going, I thought you could only be calling with more good news.

A Landmark Story [1.21][edit]

Moran: [Singing] Sherlock's up and Sherlock's down but he's always wears that sacred frown!

Sherlock: [To Watson] The thing that's different about me is you.

Watson:[To Sherlock] I am dissecting a body in the middle of the night. We are not having a moment.

Moriarty: My name is Moriarty. I believe we're overdue for a chat

Watson:[To Sherlock] Wow, and insult and a boast.

Risk Management [1.22][edit]

Gregson: There's something you got to try to understand. Guys like him, they walk between the raindrops, they don't get wet. People like you do. People like his ex-girlfriend do.

Watson: You're in the danger zone also.
Gregson: I've been a cop for 30 years! I carry a gun!
Watson: [muttering] And a penis.

The Woman [1.23][edit]

Watson: I'm not your sober companion anymore, but I know a relapse trigger when I see one.

Proctor: Moriarty said you weren't to be harmed- but then, last night, she tried to have me killed!
Sherlock Holmes:... She? (Proctor aims his gun for the kill, but is suddenly shot five times from behind; as he falls dead, Irene comes through the door with her gun raised)
Irene Adler/ Jamie Moriarty: (now speaking with an English accent)...Bet you wish you'd run away with me when you had the chance.
Sherlock Holmes: ...Moriarty.

Heroine [1.24][edit]

Jamie Moriarty: This isn't... how, or when, I wanted to reveal myself to you. (glances at the corpse of her rogue agent) But, Mr. Proctor forced the issue.
Sherlock Holmes: (struggling and in pain from his gunshot wound) This is a ruse. You... So- who was the man I, uh, spoke to on the phone, who said he was Moriarty?
Jamie Moriarty: You talked with one of my lieutenants- he has, over the years, played the role repeatedly and with great conviction. More often than not, he's done so to protect my identity. At other times, it was because I suspected a potential client might...struggle... with my gender (contemptuously) As if men had a monopoly on murder. (she retrieves the gun from Proctor's corpse)
Sherlock Holmes:... What if I don't believe you?
Jamie Moriarty: You don't want to believe me... and yet, your legendary powers of observation are screaming that I'm telling the truth right now.
Sherlock Homes: Why would you do this? Seduce me, and then lead me to believe you'd been murdered...
Jamie Moriarty: Well, you're the detective, Sherlock- you tell me.
Sherlock Holmes:... (smirking) Well, I must have interrupted one of your plans while I was working in Scotland Yard.
Jamie Moriarty: Try several plans. A series of assassinations I'd calculated, meticulously. (walks around Proctor's body)
Sherlock Holmes: ...Punishment, then?
Jamie Moriarty: My first instinct was to kill you. Quietly- discreetly. But then, the more I learned about you, the more curious I became. Here, at last, seemed to be a mind that... that rivaled my own, something too complicated and too beautiful to destroy. At least, without further analysis. (sits down) So, I devised a way to study you, in your own environment.
Sherlock Holmes:...You became Irene. (sits up, slowly and painfully)
Jamie Moriarty: (chuckles) Imagine my surprise when I realized how much we have in common.
Sherlock Holmes: (deadpan) I have about as much in common with you as I do a dung beetle.
Jamie Moriarty: (nods) ...I can understand why you would think so. (smiles) I know how much pride you take in your "uniqueness". (looks serious) But, the truth is, I see everything you do. I feel it. Makes the world quite dull, no? (gestures at Proctor's body) Looking at a man, and knowing all his secrets.
Sherlock Holmes: (sarcastically) So you're saying we're the same.
Jamie Moriarty: I'm saying I'm better. (leans forward) And, that's why I let you live, back in London- you were not the threat I'd made you out to be. (Sherlock glares at her, she looks away) So, I... concluded my experiment, and resumed my business. You then proceeded to prove you were inferior, by disappearing into a syringe.
Sherlock Holmes: Hmmm... Why resurface in New York?
Jamie Moriarty: (looks away again, stands up)... I'd heard of your- your miraculous recovery, and I, um... I was curious to see how far you'd come.
Sherlock Holmes: (laughs coldly) That's bollocks. Returning to me is a risk, and you'd only take it... if I was close to undermining another of your plots. (nods) That's why you wanted me to leave the country with me earlier, was it not?
Jamie Moriarty: (shakes her head, smiles) Same old Sherlock. You look at people, and you see puzzles. I see games. You... you're a game I'll win every time.
Sherlock Holmes: (nods to the gun in her hand) You might as well just kill me now, because whatever it is you're going to do... I'll stop you
Jamie Moriarty: (stares at him intently, then shakes her head) I would never kill you. Not in a million years... you may not be as unique as you thought, darling, but you're still a work of art. I appreciate art. (nods to herself) What I- I can do- what I will do- (kneels down directly in front of Sherlock, until they are eye-to-eye, inches apart) is hurt you. Worse than I did before. I have reserves of creativity I haven't even begun to tap. (pause) So, please... for your own good... let me win. (she stands up and walks out, Sherlock keels over from the pain in his shoulder)

Sherlock Holmes: (to Moriarty) You said there was only one person in the world who could surprise you... turns out, there's two.

Season 2[edit]

Step Nine [2.1][edit]

[Watson decks a criminal with her baton.]
Sherlock: You've been tending to your self-defense. Well done.

Joan: It seems like this is very personal. Are you sure you want me to come along?
Sherlock: Without you the airline might seat me next to a morbidly obese person, or a child, or a morbidly obese child.

'Watson: What do you expect from a guy named Geezer Bob?

Hopkins: Good God, man. You look exactly the same!
Sherlock: As do you. Except that you've gained exactly one and a quarter stone, and your hairline's receded by half an inch.
Hopkins: You're slipping. I've gained exactly one and a half stone.
Sherlock: I'm not slipping, I've just grown more courteous.

Sherlock: Fatty, this is Watson. Watson, this is Fatty.
Mycroft: Fatty? (pats his stomach) I'd say I've slimmed down quite a bit, wouldn't you?
Sherlock: Lap band?
Mycroft: Exercise.
Sherlock: Exercise requires energy and ambition, and you've never had either.

Mycroft: Sherlock is addicted to being himself.

Sherlock: [to Joan] I'm curious to know which one of us is right about my brother. I have my money on me.

Solve For X [2.02][edit]

Bell: Where's your better half?
Sherlock: One mystery at a time, Detective.

[after Sherlock explains Harlan's background as a mathematician]
Watson: And you brought him here to help you make sense of the equations you found in the victim's house. I get that. What I don't get, is why he isn't wearing a shirt.
Sherlock: Every great thinker has a process, Watson. In Harlan's case, he doesn't like there to be anything between him and the numbers. Now I know you can feel quite Victorian about such things, so I gave him a little bell to ring in case he feels the need to disrobe completely. Having said that, I can't guarantee he won't sit on the furniture.

Harlan: I've figured it out! It's P vs. NP!
[Sherlock and Watson look at him blankly.]
Harlan: Guys, come on! It's one of the most famous problems in math history...!
Sherlock: Harlan, if we were mathematicians, you would not be here.

Harlan: I sort of travel in different mathematical circles...

Watson: Joey wrote me a letter, telling me it wasn't my fault and that he forgave me. At the time, it meant a lot.
Sherlock: Is this the first time he's asked you for money?
Watson: He needed a car...

Watson: What's up with the nerd brigade?

Sherlock: [to Joan] I want to make sure Joey isn't taking advantage of you.

Sherlock: I know all about poisons, Watson, I've become an expert on them. But over the past few years, I've come to understand that there is nothing on this planet so toxic as guilt.

Watson: You know I was gonna pay you back, right?
Sherlock: You should know by now that I have about as much use for money as I do for Hummel figurines.

We Are Everyone [2.03][edit]

Joan: In other words, you plan on arguing on the internet all night.

Sherlock: No Belgian is that bad at backgammon.

[Emily buys Joan a six-month subscription to TrueRomantix.com.]
Joan: I meet people, you know. My life is not that weird!
[Sherlock texts her a series of photos: LEGO figures arranged in gruesome tableaux.]
Joan: Staged suicide, obviously. No one sticks their head in the oven anymore... (off Emily's look) Shut up, please.

Sherlock: What are you doing?
Joan: I'm looking at profiles of guys who winked at me on TrueRomantix.
Sherlock: I weep for the whole desperate lot of you.

Poison Pen [2.04][edit]

Joan: Well, it certainly sounds like you had feelings for her.
Sherlock: Perhaps but... nothing so mundane as love. I was adrift back then. I had-had no purpose. My so-called peers made me feel that that might always be the case. Abigail, she gave me a gift. A view inside a mind capable of murder.
Watson: So she was your first...
Sherlock: Killer, yeah. Without intending to, she-she helped me understand who I was and-and what I might do with my life.

Sherlock: First time in my career someone's alibi for murder has been that they were busy planning the same murder. If it weren't so frustrating, it would be interesting.

Ancient History [2.05][edit]

Sherlock: Sometimes, Watson, when one wants a diamond, one must resort to digging in a diamond mine.
Joan: For future reference, a morgue is not a diamond mine.
Sherlock: It's better. Diamonds are just pressed coal; corpses have stories, secrets.

An Unnatural Arrangement [2.06][edit]

Screenwriter: Cathryn Humphris

Gregson: What I want... is to be with my wife.
Cheryl: Now? After 28 years of missed dinners and weekends at the precinct?
Gregson: Come on. When did I ever tell you I wanted to be anything but a cop?
Cheryl: When did I tell you that I was always gonna be okay with that?

Sherlock: Quite frankly, I'm surprised it's taken this long for the captain's marriage to buckle. He's an excellent detective.
Joan: What does that have to do with it?
Sherlock: Well, as you know, detection is a calling, not a job. Hardly leaves one with time left over to sustain the elaborate ruse of marriage.
Joan: Because, of course, you think marriage is an elaborate ruse.
Sherlock: There are other ways to describe it. An unnatural arrangement which forces its participants into an unhealthy monogamy. An accretion of petty fights and resentful compromises which, like Chinese water torture, slowly transforms both parties into howling, neurotic versions of their former selves.

The Marchioness [2.07][edit]

Screenwriters: Christopher Hollier, Craig Sweeny

Sherlock: I often wonder if I should have been born in another time. [...] My senses are unusually--well, one could even say, unnaturally keen. And ours is an era of distraction. It's a punishing drumbeat of constant input. This cacophony which follows us into our homes and into our beds, and seeps into our...into our souls, for want of a better word. For a long time, there was only one poultice for my raw nerve endings, and that was copious drug use. So in my less productive moments, I'm given to wonder...If I'd just been born when it was a little quieter out there, would I have even become an addict in the first place? Might I have been more focussed? A more fully realized person?
Addict: (joking) When, Ancient Greece?
Sherlock: Have you any idea what passed for dental care in the Hellenic era?

Sherlock: Could you just stay out of the eyeline?
Mycroft: You're joking. I was just standing here.
Sherlock: Yes, that's the problem.

Joan: [Sherlock is jabbing her while she's sleeping] Why are you poking me with your single stick?
Sherlock: I'm prodding the sheets in order to determine whether or not my brother is in there with you.

Sherlock: [to Mycroft] Would you kindly get in touch with the Marchioness? I would very much like to ask her why drug dealers want to murder her horse.

Nigella: It seems that I'm at the mercy of the Holmes brothers.

Blood is Thicker [2.08][edit]

Screenwriter: Bob Goodman

Delivery driver: [to youth studying book] What's today's word?
Youth: Borborygnus.
Delivery driver: What's that mean?
Youth: [reads from book as if it were a spelling bee] "The sound of your stomach grumbling." Borborygnus.
Delivery driver: Some words we just don't need, heh.

Joan: This is one of those "so many questions" moments. Why only three times a year?
Sherlock: Well, I'm not sure, having never milked a moose. I imagine one must catch it in the right mood.

Sherlock: You must by now be aware of my opinions regarding food. My wants in life are simple: a loaf of bread and a clean collar. The ritualization-slash-fetishization of eating is as egregious a waste of time as I can think of.

On the Line [2.09][edit]

Gregson: Everybody? Listen up. It has come to my attention that there's some of you that aren't thrilled the way some things are done around here. Think I've given our consultants a little too much sway. Some friends of mine wanted to let me know before it was too late to right the ship. And I appreciate that. We've got a mission here. It's to protect this city and the citizens that live in it. You are all part of that effort every day. Most of you do yourselves and this department proud. And for that, I want to thank you. But if anybody has a problem with how I utilize all the tools at my disposal, be it Holmes and Watson or the coffee machine...(in an adamantine overtone) there's the door.

Sherlock: I've given further consideration to your rebuke regarding my capacity for niceness.
Joan: I didn't mean it as a rebuke. I was trying to have a conversation.
Sherlock: Either way. You have a point. There is unquestionably a certain social utility to being polite. To maintaining an awareness of other people's sensitivities. To exhibiting all the traits that might commonly be grouped under the heading nice.
Joan: I think you'll be surprised how easy it is to earn that designation.
Sherlock: No. I am not a nice man. It's important that you understand that. It's going to save you a great deal of time and effort. There is not a warmer, kinder me waiting to be coaxed out into the light. I am acerbic. I can be cruel. It's who I am. Right to the bottom. I'm neither proud of this, nor ashamed of it. It simply is. And in my work, my nature has been an advantage far more often than it has been a hindrance. I'm not gonna change.
Joan: You already have. You're not the same person I met a year and a half ago. You're--
Sherlock: Good to you? Yeah. For the most part. I consider you to be... exceptional. So I make an exceptional effort to accommodate you. But you must accept that, for as long as you choose to be in my life, there will occasionally be fallout from my behavior. That must be a part of our understanding.
Joan: No one can accept something like that forever.
Sherlock: To thine own self, Watson.

Tremors [2.10][edit]

Cassandra: How did you learn about Mr. Dylan's criminal record?
Sherlock: When I learned that James Dylan had sold Rada Hollingsworth her viatical, I did some cursory research into his background, research his employers had apparently neglected to do. That's the beauty of the Internet. Twenty-four-seven access to everything from twerking kittens to criminal records.

(in flashback)
Gregson: Give the man a moment, would you? He's a brave and brilliant instrument of justice. All we gotta do is stay out of his way, and he'll lead us right to the truth.
Judge: I've known Tommy Gregson a long time. I'm guessing he didn't actually say that.
Holmes: He may have used different words to make the same point.

Internal Audit [2.11][edit]

The Diabolical Kind [2.12][edit]

Screenwriters: Robert Doherty, Craig Sweeny

Sherlock: [voice-over, in a letter to Moriarty] We have spilled much ink, you and I, in our discussion of human connection, and we're no closer to understanding than we were when our correspondence began. I often feel as if I am standing on one side of a wide chasm, shouting across, and wondering if the response I hear comes from you, or if it is my own voice, echoing back to me. It seems to me, on my side of the canyon, the search for unity with another is the font of much of the world's unhappiness. I watch as Watson, eager as ever to extract some meaning from the prevailing social conventions, endures a series of curated mating rituals. It seems to me that she's incrementally less content each time she returns from one. I conduct myself as though I'm above matters of the heart, chiefly because I have seen them corrode people I respect. But in my candid moments I sometimes wonder if I take the stance I do because "love," for lack of a better word, is a game that I fail to understand, and so I opt not to play. After all, if I truly had the purity of all my convictions, I wouldn't regret so many of the things I've done, nor would I persist against many of my better instincts in this correspondence. I find you a challenge; one that, in spite of all that you've done, continues to stimulate. And so the conversation - futile though it may finally be - continues, and we are left to wonder, have we simply failed to find the answers to the questions that preoccupy us, or can they not be answered at all? Fortunately for both of us, the world always presents the next diversion - the next elaborate distraction - from the problems that vex...

Moriarty: You look a bit tired.
Sherlock: You look a bit evil.

Moriarty: Would you be surprised to learn you've been on my mind, Joan Watson?
Joan: Not really.
Moriarty: I don't typically misread people, but you're more clever than I initially anticipated. More interesting. If you weren't, I would never have been caught.
Joan: I think you give me too much credit.
Moriarty: It's what you crave, is it not? Acknowledgment from a superior mind. Evidence that you matter. Why else pursue a partnership with a man like Sherlock?
Joan: Actually the partnership was his idea. That bothers you, doesn't it?
Moriarty: I confess I don't understand it, but I'm drawn to things I don't understand. Same as Sherlock. Once I've figured you out, I'll move on. Same as Sherlock.
Joan: Is that why you've been writing him? Because you want to... understand him?
Moriarty: Part of it, I suppose.
Joan: And the rest?
Moriarty: What do you think?
Joan: You think you're in love with him. Only you can't be sure, because as much as you claim to know about the world, love is something you don't quite get.
Moriarty: You'd be surprised what I'd do for love.
Joan: Nothing crazy people do surprises me.
Moriarty: I write to Sherlock because he's the only person on the planet I can really talk to. He writes to me because I'm the only one he can talk to. The only one he can ever truly relate to. If you still don't understand that, you will someday. I promise.

Sherlock: Did you say everything you wanted to say today? To Moriarty? That is why you accompanied her to the Fuller residence, is it not? So you would have a private dialogue with her?
Joan: Well, you have been hogging her for the last few months.
Sherlock: I told you. I have merely been--
Joan: Studying her. Right. You have feelings for her, and that is perfectly normal.
Sherlock: I have nothing of the sort.
Joan: Irene was the love of your life. That is why, in spite of everything, you can't quite give her up. I get that. But I also know that you're only gonna get hurt in the long run because there is no Irene. There is only Moriarty. And Moriarty is never gonna change.

Sherlock: [to Joan, re Moriarty] The woman is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma I've had sex with. I would be lying if I said I was the strongest assessor of her motives at this point.

Moriarty: Your letters have meant a great deal to me. I find them influencing my decisions in the most surprising ways.
Sherlock: You could have killed Agent Mattoo. And from your perspective, it would have been the expedient thing.
Moriarty: And yet, to you, it would have been repugnant. Tell me, is that how you learned to be one of them? By learning to care how your actions seemed in the eyes of another?
Sherlock: I'm not sure I am one of them.

All in the Family [2.13][edit]

Sherlock: I was attempting to get a rise out of you, to remind you that no matter where you go or how tedious the work you undertake, it will not change what you are, a detective.
Detective Bell: I am a detective.
Sherlock: Well, you still carry the title, yeah. But it's more than that, isn't it? It's a calling. It's your calling. You are not an analyst. You are not an assessor of data. You transferred from Major Crimes either because your pride would not allow you to occupy the same space as me or because you're feeling sorry for yourself. In either case, a pathetic excuse.
Detective Bell: I have a tremor in my hand. I can't shoot, can't get out on the street and work cases because of you!
Sherlock: Bollocks! You could've stayed in Major Crimes until you completed your rehab!
Detective Bell: You're assuming my rehab can be completed!
Sherlock: Because I have faith in you! I have faith in your perseverance! Be my friend, don't be my friend, whatever, but don't be so foolish as to confuse punishing me with punishing yourself!
Detective Bell: You know what I thought the first time I met you? Man, it comes easy for that guy. Well, I'm sorry. It doesn't come that easy to the rest of us.
Sherlock: I am a drug addict, Marcus. A drug addict. And it might seem like an abstraction to you because I have been sober since I made your acquaintance. But two years ago, I was as pitiable a soul as you will ever meet. With help, I fought back, and I got a little bit better. I know what I'm supposed to do with my life. Do you?

Dead Clade Walking [2.14][edit]

Holmes: Excuse me, I was expecting to find my housemate.
Gay: No problem. I'm Gay.
Holmes: ...I'm not.
Gay: It's my name.
Holmes: ...Yes, of course. I'm Sherlock.
Gay: Hello... I also am. Gay. So, you know, it saves time.
Holmes: ...How efficient.

Watson: Why is Gay asleep on our couch?
Holmes: I worked her hard. Don't be territorial about your geologist, Watson, I was in need of one.

Corpse De Ballet [2.15][edit]

The One Percent Solution [2.16][edit]

Watson: [carrying a caged chicken] Why is Romulus outside my door?
Holmes: That's Remus.
Watson: I don't care which cock I'm holding, I just want to know how it got there...! Okay, congratulations, you got me to say it.
Holmes: I don't know if you've settled on an epitaph yet, but it does occur to me that that would look fantastic on a tombstone.

Ears to You [2.17][edit]

Watson: You're kidding!
Holmes: That's me, Watson. Joke machine.

The Hound of the Cancer Cells [2.18][edit]

The Many Mouths of Aaron Colville [2.19][edit]

No Lack of Void [2.20][edit]

The Man with the Twisted Lip [2.21][edit]

Paint It Black [2.22][edit]

Art in the Blood [2.23][edit]

The Grand Experiment [2.24][edit]

Season 3[edit]

Enough Nemesis to Go Around [3.01][edit]

The Five Orange Pipz [3.02][edit]

Just a Regular Irregular [3.03][edit]

Bella [3.04][edit]

Rip Off [3.05][edit]

Terra Pericolosa [3.06][edit]

The Adventure of the Nutmeg Concoction [3.07][edit]

End of Watch [3.08][edit]

The Eternity Injection [3.09][edit]

Seed Money [3.10][edit]

The Illustrious Client [3.11][edit]

The One That Got Away [3.12][edit]

Hemlock [3.13][edit]

The Female of the Species [3.14][edit]

When Your Number's Up [3.15][edit]

For All You Know [3.16][edit]

T-Bone and the Iceman [3.17][edit]

The View from Olympus [3.18][edit]

One Watson, One Holmes [3.19][edit]

A Stitch in Time [3.20][edit]

Under My Skin [3.21][edit]

The Best Way Out Is Always Through [3.22][edit]

Absconded [3.23][edit]

A Controlled Descent [3.24][edit]

Season 4[edit]

The Past is Parent [4.1][edit]

Sherlock: Justice is like an orgasm. It can never come too late.

Sherlock: I am, of course, tumescent with questions about your meeting with my father. So was he everything you imagined? Was he driven here or did he arrive in a plume of black smoke?

Joan: And less than a week before Alicia went missing, he used his home computer to search for ways to dispose of a dead body.
Sherlock:He insisted that wasn't him.
Joan: If memory serves, he also insisted he didn't kill two heroin addicts that he lured into his apartment right up until last night.
Sherlock: A complicated man, to be sure.

Sherlock: [discussing the man who committed suicide in Sherlock's presence] Bloom left an impression on me last night, not to mention some grey matter.

Mr. Cook: [reacting to Joan's insistence that he pass a message to Mr. Holmes] Mr. Holmes is an extremely busy man.
Joan: I'm busy, too. So is Sherlock. Tell him.
Mr. Cook: [smirking] Can a heroin addict be busy? I'm just curious. I imagine procuring the drug might take some effort. After that, it is a simple matter of aim and shoot, is it not?
Joan: What's the hardest you've ever been hit?
Mr. Cook: Excuse me?
Joan: It's a simple question. [pauses while staring him down] Talk to Mr. Holmes. Tell him what I said. I'd hate to have to come back.


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