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? Um, no. Don’t be obvious I mean, I’m gonna kill you anyway, someday. I don’t want to rush it, though. I’m saving it up for something special. No no no no no, if you don’t stop prying… I’ll 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 true.