I was a bit distracted by how much Moriarty looked like an evil Conan O’Brien.

ssherlocks:

‘He Leaned back, put his finger-tips together, and assumed his most impassive and judicial expression.’

madmennie:

grilledcheesevstaco:

Holmes: You’ve never complained about my methods before.
Watson: I’m not complaining.
Holmes: You’re not? Then what do you call this?
Watson: How— how can— I never complain! When do I complain about you practicing the violin at three in the morning, or your mess? Your general lack of hygiene, or the fact that you steal my clothes?
Holmes: Uh, we have a barter system.
Watson: When do I complain about you setting fire to my rooms?
Holmes: Our rooms.
Watson: The rooms! When do I complain that you experiment on my dog?
Holmes: Our dog.
Watson: On— on the— the dog!  
Holmes: Gladstone is our dog! 
Watson: But where I do take issue is your campaign to sabotage my relationship with Mary.
[pause]
Holmes: I understand.
Watson: Do you?
Holmes: I do.
Watson: I don’t think you do.
Holmes: You’re rather tired. 
Watson: Yes.
Holmes: You’re feeling a bit sensitive.
Watson: I’m not sensitive. 
Holmes: What you need is rest. My brother Mycroft has a small estate. Beautiful grounds. We can throw a lamb on the spit—
Watson: We? Holmes, if I were to go to the country it would be with my future wife!
Holmes: Well, certainly, if we must, we could—
Watson: No, not you! Mary and I! You are not—
Holmes: Invited? Why would I not be invited to my own brother’s country home? Watson, now you’re not making any sense.

Watson: You’re not human!

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