"Fine."
"Fine?"
"Fine."
"Sherlock..."
"John, this isn't exactly my idea of fun either."
"This was your idea."
"Says who?"
"Said you, three hours ago."
"I don't recall."
"'John, let's go to the shops, let's get a cat, let's get a brown cat'?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You bloody well do. Besides, we're not getting a brown cat."
"Why not?"
"I hate brown cats."
"Why?"
"I just do. Can we move on?"
"No."
"Sherlock..."
"Tell me why."
"I had a dream you turned into a brown cat."
"That's why you hate brown cats?"
"Yes."
"You hate me?"
"Of course not, it's just-"
"Fine."
"Fine?"
"Fine."
"Really?"
"Yes. We'll get the ginger cat."
"I thought you didn't like ginger cats."
"It's got blue eyes."
"So?"
"So I like ginger cats with blue eyes."
"Your face is a ginger cat with blue eyes."
"Very mature."
"So's your brother."
