Sherlock Holmes (about Greg’s date): Trust me, though, she’s not right for you.
Greg Lestrade: What?
Sherlock Holmes: She’s not the one.
Greg Lestrade: Well, thank you, Mystic Meg.
John Watson: How do you work all that out?
Sherlock Holmes: She’s got three children in Rio that he doesn’t know about.
John Watson: Are you just making this up?
Sherlock Holmes: Possibly.
Greg Lestrade: You’re at the beck and call of a screaming, demanding baby, woken up at all hours to obey its every whim. Must feel very different…
Sherlock Holmes: Sorry, what?
John Watson: Yes, well, you know how it is. All you do is clean up their mess, pat them on the head.
Sherlock Holmes: Are you two having a little joke?
John Watson: Never a word of thanks. Can’t even tell people’s faces apart.
Sherlock Holmes: This is a joke, isn’t it?
Greg Lestrade: Yeah, and it’s all, “Oh, aren’t you clever. You’re so, so clever.”
Sherlock Holmes: Is it about me?
Greg Lestrade: I think he needs winding.
John Watson: You know, I think that really might be it.
Sherlock Holmes: No, don’t get it.
Sherlock Holmes: Take all the credit. It gets boring if I just solve them all.
Greg Lestrade: Yeah, you say that, but then John blogs about it, and you get all the credit anyway.
John Watson: He’s got a point.
Greg Lestrade: Which makes me look like some kind of prima Donna who insists on getting credit for something he didn’t do!
John Watson: Well, I think you’ve hit a sore spot, Sherlock.
Greg Lestrade: Like I’m some kind of credit junkie.
John Watson: Definitely a sore spot.