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, 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:I 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 number
and walked out with everything.
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.

"I AM SHERLOCKED" =)

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

Mycroft Holmes : I'm certain they will.

SH:If you're feeling kind, lock her up,
let her go and 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.