Holmes: No, no. I’m not criticizing. Obviously you work out. You look good, man. Really.
Watson: Thank you.
Holmes: How’s that chick I saw you with the other night?
Watson: Which one?
Holmes: Dark eyes. Italian-looking. Nice ass.
Watson: Ramona.
Holmes: Right, Ramona. You good with her?
From a 5.6 USA Today spread; I couldn’t figure how to copy them so I borrowed pic from Sasha Stone’s Awards Daily.
Watson: Possibly. I think so. One day at a time and all that. But sure, she’s lovely. (Two beats.) Why?
Holmes: No reason.
Watson: No, really. Why?
Holmes: She’s a sweet girl. Smart. Good for you.
Watson: Christ. You’re thinking about taking a poke.
Holmes: Me?
Watson: You fucking hound. It’s so fucking obvious.
Holmes: I don’t do that, dude. You’re my friend. And that’s where it stays.
Watson: Wow!
Holmes: Where are you getting this?
