Character: Mrs. Hudson

- Tell me, did he ever had... girls, friends, any relationship?
I don't know.
- How is this possible?
- He Is Sherlock. Who can know what's going on in this strange head.

- Want tea?
Thank you.
- The kettle's over there.

- You have already given her a name yet?
- Katherine.
- Uh, no, we changed our minds.
- Yes? Yes.
- You know my opinion.
Is not a female name.

- You have to see it, John. You have to help him.
- No.
- He needs you!
- Someone else, not me, not now.
- Just listen to me for once in your stupid life! I know that Mary died, and your heart is broken, but if Sherlock Holmes is going to die too, then who will you have left? Because I'll tell you something, John Watson. On you can count me out.
- Did you talk to Mycroft? Molly? Anyone?
- They don't matter. Need you. Can you just see it? Please, John. Or just treat him as doctor. You would change your mind if you do this.
- Okay, maybe. If you get a chance.
- You promise?
I'll try if I'm nearby.
- Promise me.
- I promise.
Thank you.
[opens the trunk, which is Holmes]

- If you think I'm being pompous, arrogant, presumptuous...
- Yes?
- Say one word to me: "the Norbury". Okay?
- "The Norbury"?
Exactly. I'd appreciate it.

Get out of my house, reptile!

- This dust, Mr. Holmes, it is entirely on your conscience. You did not give me to clean your room! And so there may appear the dust.
Mrs Hudson! If I had my way, I would have banned cleaning. All, always and everywhere! Your maid, Mrs. Hudson, is tantamount to chipping hieroglyphics on Egyptian stones. After your cleaning, all the Egyptologists would have remained without work. Their eyes would appear... perfectly smooth stones, without any signs of information!

What do you think, Dr. Watson? Upstairs is another bedroom up there if you need separate bedrooms.
- Of course. What's the joke?
- Don't worry. Here audience is any.

- Mrs. Hudson, to tell my husband that before I wasn't expecting - I'm leaving on business.
- I hope, all right?
Oh, just a friend in need.
- Yes, you! Which friend is that?
England.
God, it sounds like something is not quite specific.

- I'll make you a Cup of tea, let the leg rest.
To the devil a foot! Sorry, I was very rude. The damn crutch, sometimes...
And don't tell! And my thigh was tortured.
- Thank you brew my tea.
- Just today. I'm not your housekeeper!
Couple of biscuits add, if any.
- I'm not your housekeeper!

- Waits.
- What?
The devil. I wouldn't be surprised here who not only comes.

I'll have a word with Your mother.
- Whatever, but she doesn't have a clue.

- Feed the snake.
- Feed yourself!
- What we are gentle.

- How's your hip?
- Terrible! But thank you for asking.
- I've seen worse. True! I work in the morgue.