Elementary, Season 1

Watson:
Mr. Holmes, did your father tell you about me or not?

Holmes:
He emailed, said to expect some sort of addict sitter.

Watson:
Then he explained his conditions to your sobriety.

Holmes:
Don't you mean his threats to evict me from this, his shoddiest and the 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 don't have 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.

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, at least not according to my fathers email. 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 washings. 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.

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:
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?

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.

Watson:
You're not dressed. You said you'd go jogging with me this morning.

Holmes:
That doesn't sound like me.

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 stimuli. It's time for you to get some sleep.

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.

Aaron:
"CUS", I think that means "See You Soon". But what does "IMLTHO" stand for.

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 loath 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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?

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 NG 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 Bentencort, stocks both. My attendants and I each took a Bentencort 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.

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.

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.

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 gives black stare) 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 Reese was shot in the abdomine. I was able to stabilize 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:
Whens 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. Ok, 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 pasted, then a week. It became clearer and clearer that you were not staying for me, but for yourself.

Watson:
Sherlock I-

Holmes:
Its 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 a 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. 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.

Detective Bell:
Andre, about what I said the other day, asking you if you were-

Andre:
Don't. You don't have to say anything.

Detective Bell:
No, I do. I do, I'm sorry. I ahhh...

Andre:
It's cool Marcus. It's cool, seriously.

Detective Bell:
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.

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.

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:
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?

Watson:
But I'm just a woman with a story...

Holmes:
If you're going to wallow you have to do it in the privacy of your own room.

Watson:
What if A didn't lead to B, instead B lead to A

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

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

Holmes:
Stranger things Watson...

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

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.

Watson:
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.

Holmes:
Earlier we were theorizing that 'Henry 8' 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 that Zellner was his accomplice, and Milverton gave him that code name because he was heavy-set?

Holmes:
Orson Welles was heavy-set. Zellner could pull small moons out of orbit.

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.

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.

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

Adler/ 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.