IA: Everything I said - it's not real. I was just playing the game.
SH: I know. And this is just losing.

SH: Punch me in the face!
JW: Punch you?
SH: Yes, punch me in the face! Didn't you hear me?
JW: I always hear "Punch me in the face" when you're speaking but it's usually subtext.

SH: [being strangled by John] I think we're done now, John!
JW: You don't remember, Sherlock, I was a soldier! I killed people!
SH: You were a doctor!
JW: I had bad days!

SH: Dominatrix...
MH: Don't be alarmed. It's to do with sex.
SH: Sex doesn't alarm me.
MH: How would you know?

SH: You got a photograph of me wearing that hat?!
JW: Yeah, people like the hat.
SH: No they don't! What people?!

SH: Look at them. They all care so much. Do you ever wonder if there's something wrong with us?
MH: All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.
SH: This is low tar.
MH: Well, you barely knew her.
SH: Hm!

SH: Shame on you, John Watson.
JW: Shame on me?
SH: Mrs. Hudson leave Baker Street? England would fall!

IA: Oh, dear God. Look at the poor man. You don't actually think I was interested in you...? Why? Because you're the great Sherlock Holmes, the clever detective in the funny hat?
SH: No. [takes Irene's wrist and whispers in her ear]
SH: Because I took your pulse. Elevated. Your pupils dilated.

SH: When we first met, you told me that a disguise is a self-portrait. How true of you. The combination to your safe: your measurements. But this, this is far more intimate; this is your heart, and you should never let it rule your head. If you'd chosen any random number you could have walked out of here today with everything you've worked for, but you just couldn't resist it, could you? I've always assumed that love is a great disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof.