“Well, I don’t like it; but I suppose it must be,” said I. “When do we start?”
”You are not coming.”
”Then you are not going,” said I. “I give you my word of honour — and I never broke it in my life — that I will take a cab straight to the police station and give you away unless you let me share this adventure with you.”
[…]”Well, well, my dear fellow, be it so.”
The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton
John: Uh, milk. We need milk.
Sherlock: I’ll get some.
I can lie no more, I can hide no more,
Got to be true to myself.
And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
So I’ll be on my way.
John: So, nine mill…
John: Million, yes. Nine million for jade pin. Dragon den, black Tramway.
Sherlock: An instruction to all their London operatives.
Sherlock: A message; what they were trying to reclaim.
John: What, a jade pin?
Sherlock: Worth nine million pounds. Bring it to the Tramway, their London hideout.
Sher- No. It can’t be you…
In one of his visits to the cemetery John thinks he sees Sherlock, but he knows it can’t be him.
Sherlock: Bet’s off, John. Sorry.
Sherlock: My plan needs darkness. Reckon, we’ve got another half an hour of light.
Fletcher: Wait, wait. What bet?
Sherlock: Oh, I bet John here fifty quid that you couldn’t prove you’d seen the hound.
John: Yeah, the guys in the pub said you could.
John: Oh shi-
John: I wish I’d-
Sherlock: Don’t mention it.