Мориарти

I don't blame you. I blame myself. It's been apparent to me for some time that you would succumb to your feelings for him. It isn't the first occasion that Mr. Holmes inconvenienced me in recent months. The question is: What to do about it? That is my problem to solve now. I no longer require your services.

My respect for you, Mr. Holmes, is the only reason you are still alive.

Are you sure you want to play this game?

I'm afraid you'd lose.

Let's not waste any more of one another's time. We both know how this ends.

If you don't stop prying... I'll burn you. I will burn the heart out of you.

I have been reliably informed that I don't have one.

But we both know that's not quite true.

I gave you my number. I thought you might call.

So if you have what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes.

In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king.

How hard do you find it, having to say 'I don't know'?

I don't know.

You're insane.

You're just getting that now?

Falling's just like flying except there's a more permanent destination.

But you understand? Obviously. Off you go, then.

Tell you what you already know?

No, prove that you know it.

Did you miss me?

You're gonna love being dead, Sherlock. No one ever bothers you.

Because it's not the fall that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people, you should know that. It's not the fall. It's never the fall. It's the landing.