Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Hmm, you look sexy on Crimewatch, let's have dinner."

I've lost him. I don't know what...

- That's her, isn't it? - Show me the rest of her.

That's why I decided to tell him that.

I don't know how she swung it but, uh...

Now, for God's sake!

Besides, I might want to see her again.

I know one of the policemen. Well, I know what he likes.

the ones I've heard.

We ran a similar project with the Germans a while back,

in every possible variant available to the English language.

Oh, he's good, isn't he? I should have him on a leash.

- Well, you know. - I know what?

You have no idea how much havoc I can cause

and exactly one way to stop me.

Better check it, Dr. Watson.

- about the aluminium crutch. - Thank you.

Well if you've been listening, you'll know she didn't.

As you were kind enough to point out, it hardly matters.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

try not to punch him.

- A long time? - Hmm, ages.

Except you let John know that you're alive and therefore me.

Well, you barely knew her.

- the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers? - Hello, yes.

- Two. - She didn't tell me,

Which was his big mistake.

Did nobody notice the earring?

- Is she back in London? - No.

If they've guessed you've got it, they'll be watching you.

No, but I will have the camera-phone, though.

leaving Heathrow tomorrow at 6:30 in the evening for Baltimore.

Mrs. Hudson has been attacked by an American,

- Mr. Holmes, I think we need to talk. - So do I.

SHERLOCK: People have died. MORIARTY: That's what people do!

Do you really think you'll have news by then?

(Family Weeping)

- (WOMAN MOANS AS MESSAGE TONE) - What was that?

There now, we're both defrocked.

You'll be fine in the morning. Just sleep.

And that's as modest as he gets. Pleasure to meet you.

(WOMAN MOANS AS TEXT MESSAGE ALERT)

What do you think of my solution?

To somethingyano7 on deviantart: may I see these requests (Himespetchi and Mametchi Bouncy love) (True and the bouncy kingdom, Lovelin’s bouncy fun, Amy Cream and Blaze bouncy trio and smurfette’s bouncy fun)

(CAR ENGINE SPUTTERING)

So you can point a gun at me?

He's on his way.

He fell out of a window.

I don't have a dog!

Well, now, have you been wicked, Your Highness?

your pupils dilated

Obviously trying to compensate for the size of her mouth and breasts...

In fact, you're seeing him this very night and giving him a gift

She'd applaud your choice of words.

(CONTINUES SNIFFING)

Or were you too bored to notice the pattern?