SH: Mr. Wooster, if I might make a suggestion: your remaining in character for the rest of this investigation would facilitate our replacement in the twenty-first century.
JW: Sherlock! Just because it's easy for you to be an insufferable know-it-all git, doesn't mean it's easy for me to be a brainless prat.
SH: If you say so, sir.
JW: Shut up, Sher—
SH: Sir, Miss Honoria Glossop is currently approaching your room, and should she hear you speaking thus…
JW: How do you…?
SH: Her step is peculiarly athletic, sir.
JW: Fine. I'll give this Wooster character a try. *Ahem!* I say, Jeeves, what ho!
SH: You know, sir, you frequently say that out loud.
JW: Why yes, Jeeves, I do. Does it bother you?
SH: No, sir.
JW: I suspect from your tone of voice Jeeves, that you…no, I can't do it. It's too…
HG: Bertie! Come on! We've wedding plans to make!
JW: Uurgh
HG: Pull yourself together, Bertie!
SH: I really cannot imagine why Mr. Wooster is like this, Miss Glossop. He has taken my famously successful remedy already.
JW: Well, it bally well wasn't successful enough, Jeeves.
SH: Ah. He seems to be recovering, Miss.
HG: I'll just wait on the lawn with mother, then.
SH: Sir?
JW: Sherlock! This isn't funny anymore. I will not be marrying—
SH: Sir, the window from which you are attempting to escape is directly above the lawn.
HG: BERTIE!