Sherlock: Oh, you’re upset with me.
Watson: You know, for a genius, you can be a real nimrod.
You know that I have to testify tomorrow, right? Which means I get to lie under oath about puppies and-and wide open doors and Shouldn’t be a problem.
Sherlock: If we stick to our story, there’s nothing they can do.
Watson: Well, if you bothered to come up with a better story, it wouldn’t be so obvious that we were lying.
You’re practically daring them to fire us.
Sherlock: You think I’m letting my ego pay too big a role in this affair?
Watson: This is not about your ego.
I know that we color outside the lines a lot, but this time, Bell got shot.
Doesn’t that give you pause about how we do our jobs?
Watson: Why not?
Why do we get to be above the rules?
Sherlock: Because our methods work, and I’m comfortable that our actions are guided by a morality which supersedes any clumsy employee manual.
The danger with rulebooks, Watson, is that they offer the illusion that leading a moral life is a simple undertaking, that the world exists in black and white.
Welcome to the grays.