You went on the tube like *that*?!

S: John, I envy you so much.

J: You envy me?

S: Your mind. It's so placid, straight forward, barely used. Mine's like an engine, racing out of control, a rocket tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launch pad.
I NEED A CASE!!!

J: You've just solved one, by harpooning a dead pig, apparently!!

S: That was this morning, when's the next one?!

J: Nothing on the website?

S: "Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I can't find Bluebell anywhere. Please, please, please can you help?"

J: Blue..bell?

S: A rabbit, John! Ah, but there's more; before Bluebell disappeared, it turned luminous, "like a fairy", according to little Kirsty. Then the next morning, Bluebell was gone. Hutch still locked.No sign of a forced entry. Ah! What am I saying,
this is brilliant! Phone Lestrade, tell him there's an escaped
rabbit!

J: You serious?
S: It's this, or Cluedo.
J: Ah, noo, we are never playing that again!
S: Why not?
J: Because it's not actually possible for the victim to have done it, Sherlock, that's why.
S: It's the only possibly solution.
J: It's not in the rules!
S: Well, then the rules are wrong!!