Hey, bro.
Mrs. Hudson: I'll make you that cuppa, you rest your leg.Dr John Watson: Damn my leg! Sorry, I'm so sorry. It's just sometimes this bloody thing...Mrs. Hudson: I understand, dear, I've got a hip.
It's raining/ it's pouring/ Sherlock is boring. It's raining/ I'm crying/ Sherlock is dying.
Sherlock Holmes: Imagine someone's going to get murdered at a wedding. Who exactly would you pick?Mrs. Hudson: I think you're a popular choice at the moment, dear.
