Janine, what about this one? Acceptably hot?
More importantly, his girlfriend's wearing new uncomfortable underwear,
and hasn't bothered to pick this thread off his jacket, or point out the grease smudge on his neck. He's going home alone.
Also he's a comics and sci-fi geek, they're always tremendously grateful, really put the hours in.
Jeff, the gents. Loos now, please.
Greg. The loos, please. Why? Oh, I don't know, maybe it's your TURN.
Yeah, actually, now you mention it.
Sherlock, any chance of a... An end date for this speech? Got to cut the cake.
Oh, ladies and gentlemen, can't stand it when I finally get the chance to speak for once. Vatican cameos.
What did he say? What does that mean?
Battle stations, someone's going to die. What?!
Narrow it down. Narrow it down. Narrow it down! Argh!
No, no! Not you! Not you! You. It's always you.
John Watson, you keep me right.
What do I do? You've already done it.
Don't solve the murder. Save the life.
Sorry, off piste a bit. Back now. Phew!
Let's play a game. Let's play murder. Sherlock!
Imagine someone's going to get murdered at a wedding.
Who exactly would you pick? I think you're a popular choice at the moment, dear.
If someone could move Mrs Hudson's glass just slightly out of reach, that would be lovely.
More importantly, who could you only kill at a wedding?