A: End of Baker Street, there’s a good Chinese. Stays open till two. You can tell a good Chinese by the bottom third of the door handle.
B: Sherlock…that’s him, that’s the man I was talking to you about.
A: I know exactly who that is! ~
It wasn’t me that upset her, Mycroft!
B: No, no…Wait…Mommy? Whose mommy?
A: Mother! Our mother! This is my brother Mycroft…Putting on weight again?
B: (He’s) your brother?
A: Of course, he’s my brother.
B: So he’s not…
A: Not what?
B: I don’t know…criminal mastermind?
A: Close enough…
C: For goodness’ sake! I occupy a minor position in the British Government.
A: He is the British Government, when he’s not too busy being the British Secret Service, or the CIA on a freelance basis. Good evening, Mycroft!
B: So, when, when you say you are concerned about him, you actually are concerned?!
C: Yes, of course!
B: It actually is a childish feud?
C: He’s always been so resentful…You can imagine the Christmas dinners…
B: Yeah…No, God knows.