Mycroft Holmes: Oh, Sherlock. What do we say about coincidence?Sherlock Holmes: The universe is rarely so lazy.
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.
Henry Knight: It's a strange place, the Hollow. Makes you feel so cold inside, so afraid.Sherlock Holmes: Yes, if I wanted poetry, I'd read John's emails to his girlfriends. Much funnier.
You might wanna close that window. There is an east wind coming.
