JW: I'm sorry. Pester someone else. I'm working.
JW: What do you want me to do?
SH: Something entertaining.
JW: And what qualifies as "entertaining" to you?
SH: I don't know, just do something. I'm bored. Or find me another serial murder case or something. My mind is stagnant, John, stagnant.
JW: Why don't you ask Lestrade or your homeless network?
SH: They're boring.
JW: And I'm somehow not?
JW: How is that?
SH: They're stupid.
JW: You think I am intelligent and Lestrade isn't?
SH: No, I think you're simply more intelligent. He is not.
JW: I see... Well, flattery, intended or not, will get you nowhere. I have another patient coming in.
JW: So, Sherlock, I needed to tend to my patient. Someone has to bring in money to pay the rent.
SH: I do pay rent. They've put me on payroll for the crimes I solve and I get paid per hour.
JW: By Scotland Yard?
SH: Yes, who else would it be? Random people from the street? Actually, that's not such a bad idea...
JW: Since when?
SH: Since a couple months ago.
JW: And you never told me?
SH: Is that bad?
JW: It would have been nice to know. I would be less stressed.
SH: Stressed about what?
JW: Making sure we don't starve or get evicted.
SH: Mrs. Hudson takes care of that. Except for getting the milk, she always forgets the milk.
JW: Good thing one of us usually remembers it... what is it with us and milk anyway?
SH: I don't know.