Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yes, please. OK. - One condition.
Can't even tell people's faces apart.
I'm working on it.
Mr Holmes?
woken up at all hours to obey its every whim.
Yeah, and it's all, Oh, aren't you clever. You're so, so clever.
_
- Me? - Well, I mean the British government,
but when they put the fire out and examined the parked car...
Swore I would never fly again, yet hear I am!
and had latterly shown some interest
The problems of your past are your business.
I heard it from his own mouth.
Difficult to tell the difference these days.
What do you mean?
- Vinyl's cheaper than leather. - Yeah, right?
- Hmm? Noticed what? - The little 666 on her forehead.
Of course wait. I'm the target - targets wait.
Sherlock, the dragon-slayer.
Then he becomes a pirate, for some reason.
You don't have many favours left.
OK, no, hang on a sec, I'll find somewhere quieter.
Oh, do your research.
You're high as a kite!
What you're about to see is
- Oh! Really? - If you...
I just need to do this in my own way.'
- Come on. - Holborn?
Sorry, I've never been very good with them.
So, how does that help us?
I'm sorry, my love.'
- Tell me about your boss, Moriarty. - Who?
Oh, my God, that's a...
I see. Who is supposed to have shot him, then?
As ever, Watson, You see but do not observe
I myself know of at least 58 techniques to refine
- Prime Minister? Right. - Leader of the Government.
There was something else. A detail.
people are stupid.
Nobody shoots me! Anyone shoots, I kill this man.
Wait?!
Hopkins, arrest Wilson. Dimmock, look in the lymph nodes.
Sorry.
and sanctify it for our use this day.
- Everything OK, madam? - I think I'm dying.
Thatcher, Reagan, Stalin. Time's a great leveller, innit?
- Just the bras. - Get out.
Hmm. Well, then, let's hope you solve your little problem, Greg.
Is that quite clear? Don't minute any of this.
That something in my past would come back to haunt me one day.
I need to concentrate, and I don't want to hit you.
- Who? - What?
and a week later...
- Now what's wrong? - Not sure, I just...
I couldn't see what was right under my nose.
Sorry, I didn't catch that
Molly, Mrs H, we would love you to be godparents.
Not like this one.
in their duties as Christian parents?
You're trying to give up smoking - unsuccessfully -
No, it's another one, different owner.
No, no, he would never be that disappointing.
- to hear it from you. - Why?
Stay close to me and I will keep you safe from him, I promise you.
Pale and trembling, the merchant fled the marketplace
Lestrade? Another one?
- Come on, then... - Re! Lax!
- where would you go? - Like hiding a tree in a forest.
in the back of the neck with a dangerous new drug,
Really, I'm so sorry. Mr Welsborough, Mrs Welsborough.
Vivian.
Well, I believe that I...
No, Mary...
Oh, this is a good one. Is it my birthday?
hidden inside a secret compartment inside her padded armpit.