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Louis: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times. Fred: You mean you stabbed them? Louis: They ran into my knife.

Sherlock: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures. Miss Hudson: What on earth is that supposed to mean?!  John: He is having an idea.

William is searching around a room Louis: Hey William, what’re you looking for? William: My will to live. Sherlock walks into the room William: Oh, there it is.

Sherlock: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. William: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Sherlock: Th-that's not how that works...

Bond, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know! Moran: How? Bond: How what? Moran: How could they be worse? Bond: They couldn’t, I lied. Moran:

Sherlock: holding a salt packet It’s just a little sodium chloride. William: Actually Mr. Holmes, it’s salt. Sherlock: That’s what I said, sodium chloride. William: Uh Mr. Holmes, that would be salt. William: takes salt packer from Sherlock This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall.

John: Are you in love with Mr. William? Sherlock, sweating: No... John: Then why do you draw ‘S+W’ in hearts everywhere? Sherlock: Those letters stand for scandalous and worthless.

William: Have you ever thought about how when you look at the moon, it’s the same moon Shakespeare, Marie Antoinette, Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at? Sherlock: They all looked at the moon...They’re all dead...The moon is killing people! Wake up Liam!!! 

Louis: Some people are like slinkies. Fred: What? Louis: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs. Fred: ...waIT- Louis: Pushing Moran down the stairs

Moran: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Louis: I sleep with a knife. Sherlock: Both of you are pathetic. Moran: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? Sherlock: Liam.

Moran: Hey, are you okay? Louis: Yeah. Moran: You don't look okay... Louis: Then stop looking.

Bond: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

John: Where are you going? Sherlock: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Sherlock: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

Sherlock: Drink your school, stay in drugs, and get 8 hours of drugs.

Moran: Gets down on one knee Louis: It’s finally happening...! Moran: Falls over Louis: The poison is kicking in.