Watson: Your hedge needs trimming. Oh my. I don't care where you are. I'm not gonna play this game. I have to catch the last train.
Holmes shoots Watson with an arrow.
Oh, oh. That's you dead I'm afraid.
You win. I lose. Game over.
Holmes shoots him again, through the newspaper.
Still don't see me. Hahaha. Quelle surprise.
Holmes walks out in a suit that's half curtain, half wall.
I'm not going out with you dressed like that.
Would you prefer I joined you in the fashion folk par of wearing a fine military dress with that hideous handmade scarf?
Oh, how I've missed you Holmes.
Have you?
I, I've barely noticed your absence. Then again I'm knee deep in research. Extracting fluids from the adrenal gland of sheep. And designing my own urban camouflage. All the while verging on a decisive breakthrough in the single most important case of my career. Perhaps of all time.