Benedict: Come back here, Andrew!



Andrew: Make me, Benny!



John: Benedict, I'm not a tree! If you must run about do it away from me!



Moriarty: Like father like son, eh Holmes? Your brat is as lively as you used to be.



Sherlock: I can still shove you off a building at my worst, Moriarty.



Martin: Papa, who is this man? I don't like him...



Sherlock: Don't worry, Martin. He's just a wanker.



John: Sherlock, no cursing around the boys!



Mark: Father, I thought you said this school was exclusive and that I would be rubbing elbows with normal people. Must I socialize with these...plebeians?



Mycroft: I know, Mark, and I am sorry that you will have to deal with your uncle's mini me and the spawn of Professor James. But little Martin is at least tolerable, so he will at least make for an exceptional conversationalist.