Sherlock, Series 3

Sherlock Holmes:
Interesting thing a tuxedo. Lends distinction to friends and anonymity to waiters.

Mary Morstan:
John... John, what is it?

Sherlock Holmes:
Well, short version... Not. Dead.

Sherlock Holmes:
Bit mean to spring it on you like that, I know... could have given you a heart attack... probably still will... in my defense it was very funny... ok it's not a great defense.

Mary Morstan:
Oh no, you're...

Sherlock Holmes:
Oh yes.

Mary Morstan:
Oh my god.

Sherlock Holmes:
Not quite.

Mary Morstan:
You died. You jumped off a roof.

Sherlock Holmes:
No.

Mary Morstan:
You're dead.

Sherlock Holmes:
No. I'm quite sure I checked. Excuse me. [Dips a napkin into some water and wipes off his fake moustache. Looks at John's moustache] Does yours rub off, too?

Mary Morstan:
Oh my god. Oh my god, do you have any idea what you've done...

Sherlock Holmes:
Ok, John, I'm suddenly realizing I probably owe you some sort of an apology.