Lestrade: Get away, egg face!
Fenwick: You stole my lines! I want them back!
Lestrade: *rolls eyes* You can have them back.
Fenwick: And now back to Live with Moriarty!
Moriarty: *stares dreamily at Lestrade*
Lestrade: What are you staring at, yak face?
Moriarty: Hmph! It's not like the old days anymore. You get
no respect here.
Holmes: Perhaps you should change your profession?
Lestrade: And shave and change his clothes too
Moriarty: Forget it. I like my beard and clothes.
Lestrade: Then I'll keep calling you yak face.
Moriarty: *gets up and walks out* Fenwick, you're in charge.
Fenwick: Me? Oui, oui, oui! *jumps in Moriarty's seat* Now,
Holmes: Oh, no. *groans*
Fenwick: What was it like in Victorian New London?
Holmes: It wasn't called New London back then.
Fenwick: I say it is New London. *glares*
Holmes: *sigh* Fine, it's New London.
Fenwick: Now answer my question, dead man.
Holmes: The 19th century smelled a lot better than it does today.
Fenwick: But it does not have the purification systems....
Holmes: No, but at least it didn't have you to foul up the air.
Fenwick: Moi? You will pay for that insult. *tries to lunge for
Holmes but is held back by a strong grip, looks up at a cleanshaven
Holmes: *squints* James?
Lestrade: Not bad. The new look is you.
Moriarty: *growls and tosses Fenwick across the stage* Never
leave a mad scientist to host a show.
Fenwick: *dazed* And now...a...commercial break....