Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your move.
It's very common, but I'm recommending a course of...
Listen, do you have any idea what it was like,
Think! Think, please think.
(PUNCHING, MAN GROANING)
Uh... My God!
Right.
Help!
- Think! - Mmm...
So what's down there, a bomb?
- For what? - For everything you did for me.
I see. Yes. Why?
I am sorry.
Yes.
Uh, it is, you might in fact say, like a face from the past.
Oh, everyone's a critic.
what are we waiting for?
(SCREAMING)
- John! - Overreacting!
LESTRADE: Champagne?
No.
If one of them starts acting suspiciously, we know something's up.
(GRUNTING)
Leave a note when?
Wait, before you do anything that you might regret, um,
(GRUNTING) "Wading in"?
Not on the maps, but once you eliminate all the other factors,
Okay.
Now, listen to me.
I like him.
You assumed she reacted like that because I was her kidnapper.
If they start to move, I'll know something's up.
Seriously, it's not a joke? You're really keeping this?
(CLEARING THROAT)
Human?
"I couldn't help thinking what an amazing criminal
Well, the short version,
Hang on, hang on, Sumatra Road.
Look, I find it difficult, I find it difficult, this sort of stuff.
Ages you.
Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know how to tell you.
I mean, what if he'd moved?
- Why would he be isolated? - He?
Why would anyone mind?
Tree Worshippers. Oh, that's a corker.
you might have found yourself a goldfish.
(PANTING)
definitely enjoying it
He was obviously just trying to show off.
- Oh, so this is my fault! - (CHUCKLING) Oh, God!
"Don't be smart, crosshair, I'm the Smart one"
ordinary.
- Would you like to solve crimes? - Have dinner?
- Oh, I'm his fiancée. - Oh!
(EXHALING)
(SIGHING DEEPLY)
the secret will reside in something seemingly insignificant or bizarre.
- I got you out. - No, I got me out.
It was Jim Moriarty's body with a mask on.
Oh, it's not really my area, what do you suggest?
Wow!
- What? - You know, let the cat out of the bag.
SHERLOCK: I won't insult your intelligence by explaining it to you.
Unlike the nicely embellished fictions on your blog, John,
He gets into the last car at Westminster, the only passenger,
once I'd invited Moriarty onto the roof.
- Goodbye, John. - No, don't...
(BEEPS)
- Brilliant! - Elementary.
(SNIFFING)
Please. It's fine.
"so furtive, he reminded me of a trained bloodhound picking out a scent."
It's dressed in a shoddy Victorian outfit from a museum.
- Sherlock. - What?
According to Mycroft.
Mrs. Hudson, how many times?
This is it.
Stepfather posing as online boyfriend.
I don't even know what that's supposed to mean.