Moriarty: Do you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock? To you. 
Sherlock: Oh let me guess, I get killed. 
Moriarty: Kill you? Eh, no. Don't be obvious. I mean I'm going to kill you anyway someday. I don't want [bad word] it though. I'm saving it up for something special. No no no no. If you don't stop prying I will burn you. I will burn the heart out of you. 
Sherlock: I have been reliably informed that I don't have one. 
Moriarty: But we both know that's not quite [bad word]