Here are some of my favorite lines from the first episode of Sherlock, A Study in Pink.
John: You asked me to come, I’m assuming it’s important.
Sherlock: Oh – yeah, of course. Can I borrow your phone?
John: My phone?
Sherlock: Always a chance that my number will be recognised. It’s on the website.
John: Mrs Hudson’s got a phone.
Sherlock: Yeah, she’s downstairs. I tried shouting but she didn’t hear.
John: I was on the other side of London…
Sherlock: There was no hurry.
Sherlock: What’s wrong?
John: Just met a friend of yours.
Sherlock: A friend?
John: An enemy.
Sherlock: Oh. Which one?
John: Well, your arch-enemy, according to him. Do people have arch-enemies?
Sherlock: Did he offer you money to spy on me?
Sherlock: Did you take it?
Sherlock: Pity, we could have split the fee. Think it through next time.
Sherlock: Anderson, what are YOU doing here on a drugs bust?
Anderson: Oh, I volunteered.
Lestrade: They all did. They’re not strictly speaking ON the drug squad, but they’re very keen.
Sherlock: Shut up, everybody! Don’t speak, don’t breathe. I’m trying to think. Anderson, face the other way. You’re putting me off.
Anderson: What? My FACE is?!
Lestrade: Everybody quiet and still. Anderson, turn your back.
Anderson: Oh, for God’s sake!
Lestrade: Your back, now, please!
Sherlock: Are you all right?
John: Yes, of course I’m all right.
Sherlock: Well, you have just killed a man.
John: Yes, that’s true. But he wasn’t a very nice man.
Sherlock: No. No, he wasn’t, really, was he?
John: Frankly a bloody awful cabbie.
Sherlock: (chuckles) That’s true, he was a bad cabbie. You should have seen the route he took us to get here.
John: Stop it! We can’t giggle, it’s a crime scene. Stop it.
Sherlock: Well, you’re the one who shot him.
John: Keep your voice down.
And my favorite part of the entire show…. the conversation between Sherlock, John and the guy I first thought was Moriarty, but turned out to be Mycroft. Classic!
Mycroft: So… Another case cracked. How very public-spirited. Though that’s never really your motivation, is it?
Sherlock: What are you doing here?
Mycroft: As ever, I’m concerned about you.
Sherlock: Yes, I’ve been hearing about your “concern”.
Mycroft: Always so aggressive. Did it never occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?
Sherlock: Oddly enough – no.
Mycroft: We have more in common than you’d like to believe. This petty feud between us is simply childish. People will suffer. And you know how it always upset Mummy.
Sherlock: (increduously) I upset her? Me? It wasn’t me that upset her, Mycroft.
John: No. No, wait… Mummy? Who’s Mummy?
Sherlock: Mother. Our mother. This is my brother, Mycroft. (to Mycroft) Putting on weight again?
Mycroft: Losing it, in fact.
John: He’s your brother?
Sherlock: Course he’s my brother.
John: So he’s not…
Sherlock: Not what?
John: I don’t know… Criminal mastermind?
Sherlock: Close enough.
Mycroft: For goodness’ sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government.
Sherlock: He IS the British government, when he’s not too busy being the British secret service or the CIA on a freelance basis. (to Mycroft) Good evening, Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home, you know what it does for the traffic.
John: (to Mycroft) So, when you say you’re concerned about him – you actually are concerned?
Mycroft: Yes, of course.
John: I mean, it actually is a childish feud?
Mycroft: He’s always been so resentful. You can imagine the Christmas dinners.
John: Yeah… No… God, no.