John Watson: The last person you’d think of. I want you to be examined by Molly Hooper. Do you hear me? I said Molly Hooper.
Sherlock Holmes: You’re really not going to like this.
John Watson: Like what?
Molly Hooper: Um, hello. Is, er… I’m sorry, Sherlock asked me to come.
John Watson: What, two weeks ago?
Molly Hooper: Yeah, about two weeks.
Sherlock Holmes: If you’d like to know how I predict the future…
Mrs Hudson: Or just take a look at him as a doctor. I know you’d change your mind if you did.
John Watson: Yeah, look, OK, maybe, if I get a chance.
Mrs Hudson: Do you promise?
John Watson: I’ll try, if I’m in the area.
Mrs Hudson: Promise me?
John Watson: I promise.
Mrs Hudson: Thank you. (opens the trunk revealing Sherlock in it) Well, on you go. Examine him.
Sherlock Holmes: Once more unto the breach, dear friends! Once more! Or close the wall up with our English dead! Set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide! Hold hard the breath and build up every spirit to his full height! On! On, you noblest English whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here the mettle of your pasture. Which I doubt not for there is none of you here so mean and base that hath not noble lustre in your eyes! I see you standing like greyhounds in the slips, straining upon the start! The game’s afoot. (Shakespeare)