Sherlock starter sentences
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“I wrote my own version of the Nativity when I was a child, “The Hungry Donkey”. It was a bit gory, but if you’re going to put a baby in a manger you’re asking for trouble.“
"I was just playing the game.”
“I can’t make bricks without clay.”
“I play the violin when I’m thinking and sometime I don’t talk for days on end. Would that bother you?”
“You were thinking. It’s annoying.”
“Oh, hell! What does that matter? So we go round the Sun! If we went round the Moon, or round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn’t make any difference.”
“Not important? It’s primary school stuff! How can you not know that?”
“I’m not a hero, I’m a high-functioning sociopath! Merry Christmas!”
“What’s the point in being clever if you can’t prove it?”
“And exactly how many times did he fall out the window?”
“There was once a merchant in the famous market at Baghdad. One day he saw a stranger looking at him in surprise and he knew that the stranger was Death. Pale and trembling, the merchant fled the marketplace and made his way many, many miles to the city of Samarra, for there he was sure Death could not find him. But when at last he came to Samarra, the merchant saw, waiting for him, the grim figure of Death. “Very well,” said the merchant. “I give in. I am yours. But tell me, why did you look surprised when you saw me this morning in Baghdad?”, “Because,” said Death, “I had an appointment with you tonight – in Samarra.””
“And we’re having quite a lot of sex.”
“You are a living, breathing man. You’ve lived a life; you have a past.”
“Look at them. They all care so much. Do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?”
“I’ve always been able to keep myself distant. Divorce myself from feelings. But you see, body’s betraying me. Interesting, yes? Emotions… grit on the lens, the fly in the ointment.”
“Look, this is a six. There’s no point in my leaving the flat for anything less than a seven, we agreed. Now go back, show me the grass.”
“What a couple of lightweights! You couldn’t even make it to closing time!”
“She provides, shall we say, "recreational scolding” to those who enjoy that sort of thing and are prepared to pay for it.“
“No idea why people think you’re incapable of human emotion.”
“Careful! Some of those skulls are over two hundred thousand years old! Have a bit of respect!”
“You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk.”
“Don’t talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street.”
“That’s not what people normally say.”
“Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?”
“I’ve got a better question: is everyone I’ve ever met a psychopath?”
“Kill you? Um, no. Don’t be obvious. I mean, I’m gonna kill you anyway, someday. I don’t want to rush it, though. I’m saving it up for something special. No no no no no, if you don’t stop prying… I’ll burn you. I will burn… the heart out of you.”
“No, I just said that in one of your stories.”
“You think he lost a lot of money? Suicide is common among city boys.”
“He will outlive God trying to have the last word.”
“Listen, what I said before, I meant it. I don’t have friends; I’ve just got one.”
“I’m not dead. Let’s have dinner.”
“So he’ll have to make a speech in front of people. There will be actual people there actually listening.”
“Don’t make people into heroes. Heroes don’t exist, and if they did, I wouldn’t be one of them.”
“Stop talking, it makes me aware of your existence.”
“This is my game face. And the game is on.”
“Oh, I may be on the side of the angels… but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.”
“We solve crimes. I blog about it, and he forgets his pants. I wouldn’t hold out too much hope.”
“Do you always carry handcuffs?”
“He’s planned something, something long-term. Something that would take effect if he never made it off that rooftop alive. Posthumous revenge. No, better than that – posthumous game.”
“Intuitions are not to be ignored. They represent data processed too fast for the conscious mind to comprehend.”
“You can’t arrest a jellyfish.”
“Brainy is the new sexy.”
“Taking your own life. Interesting expression - taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it.”
“Oh, I’m sure something will turn up. A nice murder. That’ll cheer you up.”
“So what if there are right? They are always right, it’s boring.”
“We all have a past. Ghosts. They are the shadows that define our every sunny day.”
“Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing.”
“Once the idea exists, it cannot be killed.”
“It’s not a pleasant thought. I have this terrible feeling from time to time that we might all just be human.”
“Friends protect people.”
I’m not implying anything. I’m sure she came round for a nice little chat, and just happened to stay over. And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees.“
"The universe is rarely so lazy.”
“Everybody dies. It’s the one thing human beings can be relied upon to do.”
“I gave you my number. I thought you might call”
“Really hope you don’t have a baby in here.”
“How did he recognize her from.. not her face?”
“I’m suddenly realizing I probably owe you some sort of an apology.”
“I always hear "punch me in the face” when you’re speaking, but it’s usually subtext.“
"People don’t really go to heaven when they die. They’re taken to a special room and burned.”
“We’ve got a serial killer on our hands. Love those, there’s always something to look forward to.”
“Dear God. What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.”
“Fear is wisdom in the face of danger. It is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“To a great mind, nothing is little.”
“I was thinking more about our imminent and daring escape.”
“Fine. We’ll start with the riding crop.”
“Pass me your revolver. I have a sudden need to use it.”
“No, no, NO! Of course he’s not the boy’s father! Look at the turn-ups on his jeans!”
“Dear Lord, I have never been so impatient to be attacked by a murderous ghost…!”
“What I’m trying to say is that, if there’s anything I can do, anything you need, anything at all, you can have me.…”
“Look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?”
“I would have you right here on this desk until you begged for mercy, twice”
“Are you wearing any pants?”
“When he was dying, he was always cheerful. He was lovely. Except when he thought that no one could see. I saw him once. He looked sad.”
“Does yours rub off too?”
“I’m in shock. Look, I’ve got a blanket!”
“Get out. I need to go to my mind palace.”
“The world is woven from billions of lives, every strand crossing every other. What we call premonition is just movement of the web. If you could attenuate to every strand of quivering data, the future would be entirely calculable. As inevitable as mathematics.”
“You should put that on a t-shirt.”
“I’m soooo changeable. It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness.”
“Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain. You need me or you’re nothing — because we’re just alike, you and I. Except you’re boring. You’re on the side of the angels.”
“Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?”
“Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side.”
“None of the cabs would take me.”
“Also, your loss would break my heart.”
“I can open any door, anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now. All are mine. No such thing as secrecy. I OWN secrecy. Nuclear codes? I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey, you should see me in a crown.”
“And you read my writing upside down. You see what I mean?”
“London. It’s like a great cesspool into which all kinds of criminals, agents and drifters are irresistibly drained. Sometimes it’s not a question of who, it’s a question of who knows.”
“You’ve gone all croaky, you getting a cold?”
“All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage”
“I hope you’ll be very happy. You deserve it. After all, not all people you fall for can turn out to be sociopaths.”
“Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?”
“…Murder. Sorry, did I say murder? I meant to say marriage. But, you know, they’re quite similar procedures when you think about it. The participants tend to know each other and it’s over when one of them’s dead.”
“That’s clever. Is it clever? Why is it clever?”
“Interesting thing a tuxedo. Lends distinction to friends and anonymity to waiters.”
“If I wasn’t everything you think I am, everything that I think I am… would you still want to help me?”
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