Sherlock: You’re doing it again — talking.
Watson: What? I’m not supposed to talk?
Sherlock Situations like these, cases that require my total concentration — I talk to you, never the other way around.
Watson: What in the hell?
Sherlock: Shh, shh.
Watson: Hey, care to explain what you said back at the station about, you know, you talking to me, not the other way around?
Sherlock: Yes, well aware I’m doing it again. I’ve found, over the years, that nothing clears up a difficult case so much as stating it to another person.
I talk, they listen, and in talking, I make connections I may have otherwise missed.
One-way street, not two.
Watson: Who did you speak to back in London?
Sherlock: Oh, lots of people.
The occasional prostitute.
Better listeners than you might think.
Sherlock: Watson? I take it all back. I’m beginning to find the chatter that accompanies your companionship extremely useful.