Jim Moriarty: Jim Moriarty... Hi. Jim? Jim from the hospital? Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then I suppose that was rather the point.
[Sherlock looks at the red laser pointing at John]
Jim Moriarty: Don't be silly, someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty. I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a tinsy glimspe of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see... like you!
Sherlock: Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lovers nasty sister? Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?
Moriarty: Just so.
Sherlock: Consulting criminal. Brilliant.
Moriarty: Isn't it? No one ever gets to me... and no one ever will.
Sherlock: I did.
Moriarty: [bad word] the closest. Now you're in my way.
Sherlock: Thank you.
Moriarty: Didn't mean that as [bad word] 
Sherlock: Yes you did.
Moriarty: [bad word]  Yeah okay, I did. But the flirting's over now, Sherlock, Daddy's had enough now! I've shown you what I can do, I cut lose all those people. All those little problems, even thirty million quid just to get you [bad word] out and play. So take this as a friendly warning, my dear: back off. Although I have loved this, this little game of ours, playing Jim from IT, playing [bad word]  Did you like the little touch with the underwear?
Sherlock: People have died.
Moriarty: That's what people DO!
Sherlock: I will stop you.
Moriarty: No you won't.
Sherlock: [To John] You all right?
Moriarty: [To John] You can talk, Johnny Boy. Go ahead.