50 Best Sherlock, Season 4, Episode 3 Quotes

Therapist: You are holding yourself to an unreasonable standard.
Dr. John Watson: No, I'm failing to.

- The true art of disguise, according to your famous friend, is not being looked at.
- But I am looking at you, aren't I, mr Holmes?
- -Yes, you are. -[Chuckles]
- But that is sort of the point, isn't it?
- See, you should've been looking at the guy you just gave your pass to.

- It's okay if you cry.
- Man: I don't need to cry.
- I can help you cry.
- Play for me.
- I need to know how you got out of here.
- You know already. Look at me.
- Look and play.

- What would he never let you have all those times you begged?
- Well, he'd never let you have a dog.
- Young Sherlock: Come on, redbeard!
- Eu rus: Your funny little memory, Sherlock.
- You were upset, so you told yourself a better story.
- But we never had a dog.

Dr. John Watson: [looking at needle marks on Sherlock's arm] Yeah, well, they're real enough, I suppose.
Sherlock: Why would I be faking?
Dr. John Watson: Because you're a liar. You lie all the time. It's like your mission.
Sherlock: I have been many things, John, but when have I ever been a malingerer?
Dr. John Watson: You pretended to be dead for two years!
Sherlock: Apart from that!

Dr. John Watson: [while beating Sherlock] Is this a game? A bloody game.

Sherlock: [talking about Irene] Oh, for God's sakes, I don't text her back!
Dr. John Watson: [laughing] Why not? You bloody moron! She's out there, she likes you and she's alive! And do you have the first idea how lucky you are?

- Mummy?
- Mummy.
- Wake up! Wake up!
- Mummy!
- Wake up.
- -[Mobile phone chiming]

Sherlock: Stop talking. It makes me aware of your existence.

- There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted.
- There is a final court of appeal for everyone.

Culverton: Murder is a very difficult addiction to manage. People don't realize how much work goes into it. You have to be careful, but if you're-you're rich or famous and loved, it's amazing what people are prepared to ignore. There's always someone desperate about to go missing, and no one wants to suspect murder if it's easier to suspect something else. I just have to ration myself, choose the right heart to stop.

- Help me, please.
- I'm on a plane. Everyone's asleep.
- Help me.
- Moriarty: Hello.
- My name 'sjim moriarty.
- Welcome to the final problem.

[last lines]
Eurus: [to John Watson] Oh. He's making a funny face. I think I'll put a hole in it.

Dr. John Watson: I mean, obviously, "normal" and "fine" are both relative terms when it comes to Sherlock and Mycroft.

Dr. John Watson: Well, how is he?
Sherlock: [answering for Molly] Basically fine.
Molly: I've seen healthier people on the slab.
Sherlock: Yeah, but, to be fair, you work with murder victims. They tend to be quite young.
Molly: Not funny.
Sherlock: Little bit funny.
Molly: If you keep taking what you're taking at the rate you're taking it, you've got weeks.
Sherlock: Exactly, weeks! Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

[Girl whispering] Mycroft.
- Mycrofi': Why don't you come out and show yourself?
- I don't have time for this.
- Girl: We have time, brother dear.
- All the time in the world.

Lady: Here.
Mycroft: What's this?
Lady: My number.
Mycroft: I already have your number.
Lady: My *private* number.
Mycroft: Why would I need that?
Lady: I don't know. Maybe you'd like a drink sometime.
Mycroft: Of what?
Lady: Up to you. Call me.

- Play with me.
- No one.
- No one.
- No one.
- Okay.
- Okay, let's play.

Mrs. Hudson: [talking about Sherlock] He's not so difficult when you've got a gun on him.

- Look at the violin.
- I need to know how you escaped.
- Look at the violin.
- It's a stradivarius.
- It's a gift.
- Who from?
- Me.

Dr. John Watson: [after his therapist mentions the secret sibling of Sherlock] How did you know about that? I didn't tell you that.
Therapist: You must have done.
Dr. John Watson: I really didn't.
Therapist: Well, maybe Sherlock told me.
Dr. John Watson: Wait, you've met Sherlock exactly once, in this room. He was off his head.
Therapist: Oh no, no. I-I met him before that.
Dr. John Watson: When?
Therapist: We spent a night together. It was lovely. We had chips.
[repeating her previous lines]
Therapist: You're not what I expected, Mr Holmes. You're... nicer.
[starts smiling]

- Why?
- You don't lock up a child because a dog goes missing.
- Quite so.
- It was what happened immediately afterwards.
- Mr Holmes: She knows where he is.
- Mrs Holmes: We can't make her tell us.
- We can't make her do anything!

[first lines]
Therapist: Tell me about your morning. Start from the beginning.
Dr. John Watson: I woke up.
Therapist: How did you sleep?
Dr. John Watson: I didn't. I don't.
Therapist: You just said you woke up.
Dr. John Watson: I stopped lying down.

- I'm your Christmas present.
- So what's mine?
- Redbeard.

- No.
- Yes.
- Eu rus: Oh, one important restriction.
- You're not allowed to mention in any way at all that her life is in danger.
- You may not, at any point, suggest that there is any form of crisis.
- If you do, I will end this session and her life. Are we clear?
- Moriarty: Tick-tock, tick-tock.
- Tick-tock, tick-tock...

- You have to sit in the chair.
- They won't talk to you unless you sit in the chair, it's the rules.
- I'm not a client.
- Then get out.

- I love you.
- I love you.
- Molly.
- Molly, please.
- I love you.

Culverton: Oh... no, I-I'll lay it out for you. There are two possible explanations for what's going on here. Either I'm a "serial killer" or Sherlock Holmes is off his tits on drugs, hm? Delusional paranoia about a... a public personality. That's not so special. It's not even new.
Culverton: [turns to Sherlock] I think you need to, uh, tell your faithful little friend how you're wasting his time because you're too high to know what's real anymore.

Mrs. Hudson: Is Molly the right person to be doing medicals? She's more used to dead people. It's bound to lower your standards.

- Man: Uh-huh.
- Woman: Shame, I was looking forward to putting myself into the hands of the authorities.
- You were?
- Fingerprinting.
- Being searched.
- Thoroughly.

- Yes, I really do.
- Well, it's good to know.
- I've always wondered.
- -[Beeping continues]
[Sofi'ly] Good luck, boys.
- Three, two, one.

- 221 b Baker Street.
- See you in the morning.
- If there's a queue, join it.
- For god's sake, this is not one of your idiot cases.
- You might wanna close that window.
- There is an east wind coming.

- Please save my wife.
- There will, I'm afraid, be regular prompts to create an atmosphere of urgency.
- Moriarty: Tick-tock...
- Tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick, tick...
- Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

- Seven.
- You don't know about redbeard yet.
- Six.
- Sherlock!
- Five.
- Sherlock, stop that at once!
- Four.
- Three.
- Two...

- A junkie who solves crimes to get high.
- And the doctor who never came home from the war.
- Will you listen to me?
- Who you really are, it doesn't matter.
- It's all about the legend, the stories, the adventures.

Sherlock: You know, it's not my place to say, but it was just texting. People text. Even I text. Her, I mean. Woman. Bad idea. Try not to, but, you know, sometimes...
[pauses]
Sherlock: It's not a pleasant thought, John, but I have this terrible feeling from time to time that we might all just be human.
Dr. John Watson: Even you?
Sherlock: No. Even you.

Sherlock: [embracing John] It's OK.
Dr. John Watson: [weeping] No, it's not.
Sherlock: No. But it is what it is.

- Sherlock.
- No. No!

Dr. John Watson: You didn't kill Mary. Mary died saving your life. It's her choice. No one made her do it. No one could ever make her do anything, but the point is, you did not kill her.
Sherlock: In saving my life she conferred a value on it. It is a currency I do not know how to spend.

- What did you do?
- ♪ I that am lost
- ♪ oh, who will find me?
- ♪ Deep down below please, let me out.
- Please, someone, help me. Please!

- Darth Vader. Don't be alarmed.
- I'm here now, I'm here now.
- Did you miss me? Did you miss me?
- Miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Miss me?
- Miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Miss me?
- Miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Miss me...

Sherlock: As I think I have explained to you *many* times before, romantic entanglement, while fulfilling for other people...
Dr. John Watson: [interrupts] Would complete you as a human being.
Sherlock: That doesn't even mean anything.
Dr. John Watson: Just text her. Phone her. Do something while there's still a chance, because that chance doesn't last forever. Trust me, Sherlock, it's gone before you know it. Before you know it!

Sherlock: Do you know why I'm going to take your case? Because of the one impossible thing you said.
Faith: What impossible thing?
Sherlock: You said your life turned on one word.
Faith: Yes. The name of the person my father wanted to kill.
Sherlock: That's the impossible thing. Just that, right there.
Faith: What's impossible?
Sherlock: Names are not one word. They're always at least two. Sherlock Holmes. Faith Smith. Santa Claus. Winston Churchill. Napoleon Bonaparte... Actually, just Napoleon would do.
Faith: Or Elvis.
Sherlock: Well, I think we can rule both of them out as targets.

- Leave a message.
- Eu rus: Okay, okay.
- Just one more time.
- -[mobile phone ringing]
- Come on, Molly, pick up.
- Just bloody pick up.

Sherlock: I have to drink a cup of tea.
Wiggins: This cup of tea... code?
Sherlock: It's a cup of tea.
Wiggins: Because you might prefer... some...
[air quotes]
Wiggins: ...coffee.

Mrs. Hudson: I'm the widow of a drug dealer, I own property in central London, and, for the last bloody time, John, I'm not your housekeeper.

- If it's true, just say it anyway.
- You bastard.
- Sh erlock: Say it anyway.
Molly: You say it. Go on.
- You say it first.
- -What?
- Say it.
- Say it like you mean it.
- Final 30 seconds.

Mrs. Hudson: Anything you need, anytime: just ask. Anything at all.
Dr. John Watson: Thank you.
[walks out and turns back]
Dr. John Watson: Uh... sometimes, can I borrow your car?
Mrs. Hudson: No.

Culverton: We're going to have endless fun, Mr Holmes. Aren't we?

Culverton: Please, please, no violence. Thank you Doctor Watson. I don't think he's a danger any more. Leave him be.
Sherlock: No, no it's OK, let him do what he wants, he's entitled. I killed his wife.
Dr. John Watson: Yes you did.