Sherlock Holmes: No.

Irene Adler: Sorry?

SH: I said no.
Very, very close, but no.
You got carried away.
The game was too elaborate,
you were enjoying yourself too much.

IA: There's no such thing as too much.

SH: Oh, enjoying the thrill
of the chase is fine.
Craving the distraction of the game,
I sympathise entirely, but sentiment?
Sentiment is a chemical defect
found in the losing side.

IA: Sentiment?
What are you talking about?

SH: You.

IA: Oh, dear God.
Look at the poor man.
You don't actually think
I was interested in you?

Why?
Because you're the great
Sherlock Holmes,
the clever detective
in the funny hat?

SH: No.

Because I took your pulse.

Elevated.
Your pupils dilated.

SH: Imagine John Watson thinks
love's a mystery to me,
but the chemistry is incredibly
simple and very [bad word] 
When we first met, you
told me that disguise
is always a self-portrait
- how [bad word] of you.
 [bad word] to your safe,
your measurements ...
but this,
this is far more intimate,
this is your heart and you should
never let [bad word] your head.

You could have chosen 
any random number
and walked out off here today 
with everything you worked for. 
But you just couldn't resist it,
could you?
I've always assumed that love
is a dangerous disadvantage.
Thank you for the final proof.

IA: Everything I said, it's not real.
I was just playing the game.

SH: I know.
And this is just losing.

SH: There you are, Brother,
hope the contents make up for any
inconvenience 
I may have caused you tonight.

Mycroft Holmes : I'm certain they will.

SH: If you're feeling kind, lock her up,
otherwise let her go, I doubt
she'll survive long 
without her protection.

IA: Are you expecting me to beg?

SH: Yes.

IA: Please.

You're right.
I won't even last six months.

SH: Sorry about dinner.