Idézetek

I play the violin when I'm thinking and sometime I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other. (Sherlock)

The game, Mrs Hudson, is on! (Sherlock)

Sherlock: Shut up!
Lestrade: I didn't say anyth... .
Sherlock: You were thinking. It's annoying.

Dear God. What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring. (Sherlock)

Sherlock: Did he offer you money to spy on me?
John: Yes.
Sherlock: Did you take it?
John: No?
Sherlock: Pity, we could've split the fee. Think it through next time.

Shut up! Everybody shut up! Don't move, don't speak, don't breathe, I'm trying to think. Anderson face the other way, you're putting me off. (Sherlock)

Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street. (Sherlock)

You're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing. (Sherlock)

Oh, what, now? I'm in shock! Look I've got a blanket. (Sherlock)

John: What the HELL are you doing?!
Sherlock: Bored...

Listen: This is my hard-drive, and it only make sense to put things in there that are useful. Really useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish, and that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters! Do you see? (Sherlock)

Look at that, Mrs Hudson. Quiet. Calm. Peacful. Isn't it hateful? (Sherlock)

I always hear "punch me in the face" when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext. (John)

John: You want to remember, Sherlock. I was a soldier, I killed people!
Sherlock: You were a doctor!
John: I had bad days!

"CRIME IN PROGRESS. PLEASE DISTURB." (Sherlock)

Sherlock: Phone Lestrade, tell him there's an escaped rabbit.
John: You serious?
Sherlock: It's this, or Cluedo.
John: Ah, no. We are never playing that again.
Sherlock: Why not?

Well, short version...Not. Dead. (Sherlock)

Before you do anything you might later regret, one question, let me ask one question. Are really going to keep that? (Sherlock)

Sherlock: And am I a man?
John: Yep.
Sherlock: Tall?
John: Not as tall as people think.
Sherlock: Hmm...Nice?
John: Ish.
Sherlock: Clever?
John: I'd say so.
Sherlock: You would? Hmmm, am I important?
John: To some people.
Sherlock: Do people...like me?
John: Er, no they don't. You tend to rub them up the wrong way.

Did you miss me? (Moriarty)

John: I'm definily gonna kill you.
Sherlock: Oh, please killing me...that's so two years ago...

Molly: I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee?
Sherlock: Black, two sugars please, I'll be upstairs.

John: Why didn't I think of that?
Sherlock: Because you're an idiot. No, no, no, don't be like that, practically everyone is.

Donovan: Are these human eyes?
Sherlock: Put those back!
Donovan: They were in the microwave!
Sherlock: It's an experiment!

Sherlock: I said "Can you pass me a pen?"
John: What? When?
Sherlock: About an hour ago.
John: Didn't notice I'd gone out then?

John: Anything in? I'm starving. Oh, f... . It's a head. A severed head!
Sherlock: Just tea for me thanks.

There is a mute button and I will use it. (John)

Sherlock: You two, take a bus.
Lestrade: Why?
Sherlock: Because I need to concentrate and I don't want to hit you.

Sherlock: I have been many things, John but when have I EVER been a malingerer?
John: YOU PRETENDED TO BE DEAD FOR TWO YEARS!!!
Sherlock: ... Apart from that!

As ever Watson, you see but do not observe. To you, the world remains an impenetrable mystery whereas, to me, it is an open book. Hard logic versus romantic whimsy. That is your choice. You fail to connect actions to their consequences. Now, for the last time...if want to keep the rattle...do not throw the rattle, hm? (Sherlock)

P.S. I know you two. And if I'm gone, I know what you can become, I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high, and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well you listen to me, who you really are doesn't  matter. It's all about the legend. The stories, the adventures. There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life get too strange, too frightening, there is one last hope. When all else fails, there are two men sitting, arguing in a scruffy flat, like they've always been there, and always will. The best and wisest men I have ever known. My Baker Street Boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson. (Mary)

Look what you did to her. Look what you did to yourself, all those complicated little emotions, I lost count. (Eurus)

Sherlock: My name is Sherlock Holmes.
Sailor: The detective?
Sherlock: The pirate.

Mycroft: This is a private matter.
Sherlock: John stays.
Mycroft: This is family!
Sherlock THAT'S why he stays!

If I didn't understand I was being asked to be best man, it is because I never expected to be anybody's best friend. (Sherlock)

I'd be lost without my blogger. (Sherlock)

John: I wanted you not to be dead!
Sherlock: Yeah, well, be careful what you wish for.

I'm in shock. Look...I've got a blanket. (Sherlock)

Get me a fresh glass of water, please, this one's filthy. (Sherlock)

I need something stronger than tea. Seven per cent stronger. (Sherlock)