Sherlock Molly Hooper

Series 1

2010.07.25    

Louise Brealey

A Study in Pink

Sherlock Holmes: How fresh?
Molly Hooper: Just in. Sixty-seven. Natural causes. He used to work here. I knew him. He was nice.
Sherlock: Fine. We’ll start with the riding crop.

Molly: Listen, I was wondering… maybe later, when you’re finished—
Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch): You’re wearing lipstick. You weren’t wearing lipstick before.
Molly: I uh, I refreshed it a bit.
Sherlock: Sorry, you were saying?
Molly: I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee.
Sherlock: Black. Two sugars please. I’ll be upstairs. he exits
Molly to herself: Okay.

Sherlock Holmes: Ah, Molly! Coffee. Thank you. What happened to the lipstick?
Molly: It wasn’t working for me.
Sherlock Holmes: Really? I thought it was a big improvement. Your mouth’s too small now.
Molly to herself: Okay.

The Blind Banker

Sherlock: What are you thinking, pork or the pasta?
Molly: Oh, it’s you!
Sherlock: I suppose [it’s never going to trouble] Egon Ronay, is it? I’d stick with the pasta. Wouldn’t be doing roast pork. Not if you’re slicing up cadavers.
Molly: What are you having?
Sherlock: Don’t eat when I’m working. Digesting slows me down.
Molly: So you’re working here tonight.
Sherlock: I need to examine some bodies.
Molly: Some?
Sherlock: Eddie Van Coon and Brian Lukis.
Molly: They’re on my list.
Sherlock: Could you wheel them out again for me?
Molly: Well… their paperwork’s already gone through.
Sherlock: You changed your hair.
Molly: What?
Sherlock: The style—it usually parted in the middle.
Molly: Yes, well…
Sherlock: No it’s good. It suits you better this way.

Sherlock: We’re just interested in the feet.
Molly: The feet?
Sherlock: Yes. Do you mind if we have a look at them?

The Great Game

Molly: Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes.
Jim from IT: Ah!
Molly: And uh… Sorry?
Watson: John Watson, hi.
Jim from IT: Hi. So you’re Sherlock Holmes. Molly’s told me all about you. Are you on one of your cases?
Molly: Jim works in IT upstairs. That’s how we met. Office romance.
Sherlock: Gay.
Molly: Sorry, what?
Sherlock: Nothing. Um, hey.
Jim from IT upending a pan: Sorry! Sorry! Well I better be off. I’ll see you at the Fox. About six-ish?
Molly: Yeah.
Jim from IT: Bye. It was nice to meet you.
Watson: You too.

Molly: What do you mean gay? We’re together.
Sherlock: And domestic bliss must suit you, Molly. You’ve put on three pounds since I last saw you.
Molly: Two and a half.
Sherlock: Mm. Three.
Watson: Sherlock—
Molly: He’s not gay! Why’d you have to spoil— ? He’s not.
Sherlock: With that level of personal grooming?
Watson: Because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair.
Sherlock: You wash your hair. There’s a difference. No, no. Tinted eyelashes. Clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines, those tired, clubber’s eyes. Then there’s his underwear.
Molly: His underwear?
Sherlock: Visible above the waistline. Very visible. Very particular brand. That plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish here and I’d say you better break it off now and save yourself the pain. {She runs off}.