John: Just text her. Phone her. Do something while there's still a chance, because that chance doesn't last forever. Trust me, Sherlock, it's gone before you know it. Before you know it!
John: She was wrong about me.
Sherlock: Mary? How so?
John: She thought that if you put yourself in harm's way, I'd rescue you, or something. But I didn't, not till she told me to. And that's how this works, that's what you're missing. She taught me to be the man she already thought I was. Get yourself a piece of that.
Sherlock: Forgive me, but you are doing yourself a disservice. I have known many peope in this world, but made a few friends, and I can safely say...
John: I cheated on her. No clever comeback? (I cheated on you, Mary.) There was a woman on the bus, and I had a plastic daisy in my hair, I'd been playing with Rosie. And this girl just smiled at me. That's all it was, it was a smile. We texted, constantly. (You want to know when? Everytime you left the room- that's when. When you were feeding our daughter. When you were stopping her from crying- that's when. And that's all it was. Just texting. But I wanted more. And do you know something? I still do. I'm not the man you thought I was, I'm not that guy. I never could be. But that's the point. That's the whole point. Who you thought I was... is the man who I want to be.)
Mary: Well then... John Watson... get the hell on with it.
Sherlock: It's okay.
John: It's not okay.
Sherlock: No... but it is what it is.
