John, I need your help. –SH
John, come to Baker Street, now! –SH
Sherlock, I'm busy. Work, you know? –J
That's insignificant. –SH
Can't Mrs H help? –J
I doubt it. –SH
Oh. What's wrong? –J
Sherlock?
For Goodness sake! Answer me!
I already put in plain words what I needed from you. –SH
Alright, I'm on my way. This'd better be serious.
Or what? –SH
I'll make it serious. –J
"Ah, John, you're hear. Good. Come on up and help me."
"My goodness…! What have you done to the sofa?"
"It was an experiment."
"Is it – ? It's smoking!"
"Yes…"
"My—Shite! We need water! Bucket, teacup... anything!"
"Don't overreact, John."
"Overreact? Sherlock, the sofa is on fire!"
"No, it is not. It's just smoking."
"Don't be clever on me. And don't just sit there!"
"I would only be in your way."
"Sherlock….!"
"Okay. Fine, fine. I'll call Mycroft."
"Why would you do that?"
"He can send minions to remove it from here."
"And UP goes the rent... Thanks Sher."
"Oh. You're welcome I suppose."
"Never mi- Tell me. What kind of experiment involved blowing up the sofa?"
"I wanted to know how you would react."
"Me? You wanted to know how I would react?"
"Yes. It has been very enlightening, I have to say."
"You are going to buy a new sofa. And you are going to tell me what made my behaviour so very educating."
"Mrs. Hudson will buy a new sofa. And it's been interesting because you only looked at the sofa, and not at the rest of the flat. That means you only expect the worst of me."
"Wha- Oh. You've been cleaning."
"Yes."
"Thank you Sherlock. But you're still going to pay for that. I'm certainly not going to do it."
"Ah, Mycroft. I suppose you saw the smoke on the CCTV footage. How kind of you to come."
"Hello Doctor Watson. I'm sorry to hear your sofa has died."
"Hello Mycroft. Yeah, I know. One of his experiments."
"Brother dear, be as kind as to remove the sofa? How's the diet?"
"Fine, Sherlock. If you play a trick like this again, I'll tell mummy. Ah, John, I see you've cleaned the flat. It looks very nice."
"It was me, brother dear. Bye."
"Sherlock! Behave please."
"Boring!"
"You ruined our sofa; you're going to listen and obey me for the next week."
"Fine."
"Good luck, Sherlock. Goodbye doctor Watson."
"Bye Mycroft. Thanks for taking the sofa."
"Sorry you can't eat it, My. Well, John, what would you like to do?"
"No idea."
"Dinner?"
"Starving. Ah! We're going to the zoo tomorrow."
"Don't smile like that."
"…"
"I said don't. Take your coat, we're off."