Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The press and the family's giving him hell,
Mycroft has a file.
Kill him with what? Where's the weapon?
Hamish. (CLEARING THROAT)
Well, marriage changes everything, John.
But not obligatory.
Who would bother to go to any lengths to get themselves to a wedding?
Okay, done there. What about his friend?
Client.
have a party, go on a short holiday,
- Describe him. - Short blond hair.
Someone went to great lengths
- Yep. - Oh.
Call an ambulance immediately!
- Just shut up. - Sorry.
- Sorry about that. - (COMPUTER BEEPS)
I'm afraid, John, I can't congratulate you.
- I've run out. - Have the shops?
It later transpired that I'd said none of this out aloud.
"To John and Mary.
Most ghosts tend to haunt a single house.
Bought at a petrol station. Look at the stamp.
(GAGS)
Ashton.
(HUMMING)
Whenever she tweets, you respond within five minutes,
I suppose I'll be seeing a lot more of you from now on.
There is a certain analogy there, I feel.
With your number.
Both of you, in fact, I just miscounted.
Mary and John will be extremely...
But I hardly saw her after that.
David.
Someone's watching me.
- I am. - How's...
Oh, hello again, Archie. What's your theory?
I've given him chemicals and compounds that way, he's never even noticed.
I'm afraid you've already been killed several hours ago.
Sorry, sexy, some secrets have to stay secret.
Yes, I know. And am I man?
that would be lovely.
GUARD: Company, halt!
He's taking pictures of me every day.
My friend, John Watson.
Hold it.
His belt, yes.
- But no sex, okay? - Sorry?
More importantly, who could you only kill at a wedding?
(SHERLOCK CLEARING THROAT)
Who'd go to a wedding? That's the question.
I've...
- (SHOWER RUNNING) - Bainbridge?
- Sorry, what? - Oh, sorry.
Okay.
He was sweet.
I'm... I'm nice-ish.
What a couple of lightweights.
Free love nest.
It changes people, marriage.
surrounded by 1,812 matchboxes, all empty, except this one.
- Tie. - ...outfit.
One, someone who isn't competitive with other men.
Hang on. Tell me after. I need the loo.
I wasn't worried.
"Let's take it slowly. Exchange numbers."
I'll be damned if he's going to get up to cloak-and-dagger nonsense like this.
No, sir, I'm...
He mentions him all the time to me. Never shuts up about him.
Changed everything.
No, it's getting a bit scary now.
But only for one night.
Er, no, they don't.
(SHERLOCK MUMBLING)
Swan or Sydney Opera House?
Let me examine this body!
Though, in fairness,
- He's still breathing. - Oh, my God.
What are you doing back? I thought you were going to be out late?
GUESTS: To the bride and the groom.
somebody's pecking order. Come on, think.
What?
(GROANING)
Um, attempted suicide with a blade made of compacted blood and bone.
Ah, just the bride and groom, please.
And there we are having dinner one week on.
which means he often receives texts and emails he'd rather went unseen.
Ladies and gentlemen, just one last thing
Your go.
Extraordinary lengths.
The telegrams.
Call an ambulance now!
I have ever had the good fortune of knowing.
Um, we've got the tunnel entrance covered
An invitation to a wedding.
he used his wits, cleverness and powers of disguise
Except wedding planning and serviettes, he's rubbish at those.
Funny.
- No good? - They always know we're coming.