"Well, look at the bright side, Watson. It is a lovely day, at least – nice and warm."
"Boiling, more like."
"We're not out in the heat."
"It's magnified ten times through the windows."
"We're not bored anymore."
"Holmes."
"What?"
"Shut your mouth and work on those handcuffs."
"I'm trying."
"Then try harder."
"It's not that easy!"
"I thought that escape artist friend of yours taught you how to get out of handcuffs."
"Yes, but that's when you have a special wire to pick the lock – and when your hands are in front of you, not behind!"
The sun shone merrily through the window and Watson glowered at it.
"Of all the days for the sun to finally show its face on a rainy London, and we have to be locked in a deserted warehouse. Because someone wore cufflinks whose initials did not correspond with his alias."
"I forgot to change them! How was I to know Parker would be that observant!"
"You're supposed to be attentive to detail, Holmes!"
"None of us are perfect! Besides, you're the one who bought them for me for Christmas – you should be touched I was wearing them!"
"I'll touch you, with a horsewhip, if you don't get us out of here before that bomb goes off!"
"My dear Watson, sometimes your sentiment is simply brutal."