



I wanted to thank you. Don’t. I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me over the last six years. Sherlock– I was dying when we first met. I mean I looked well enough – just got out of rehab and all that. Thought that I knew everything, but I didn’t. I didn’t realize how much work I would have to put in, and how much time it would take…but most of all, I didn’t realize that things could get better. And that I could actually be ha–…
Yes, I was dying. And no one could see it but you. You saved my life, Joan.
I wanted you to know that I am happy for you. Your decision to become a parent, I support it.
Season 6, Episode 8.
You mustn’t be so sensitive, Watson. The service you’re providing is quite valuable. For a brief stretch in London, I talked only to a phrenology bust I kept in my study. I named him Angus. Wasn’t the same. I realized that when it came to listeners, I preferred animate to inanimate. Was quite a breakthrough, really. Angus. I’m glad I made it to the animate category.
Here’s the thing: your dead therapist was a quack. I am so, so sorry for what happened to her, but she obviously didn’t get you.