Stranger 2: This is physically impossible. -SM

Stranger 1: Seb!! Long time!- JM

Stranger 2: It's been two years. I better not ask how you managed to survive. I guess the explanation would not satisfy me. -SM

Stranger 2: I sold all of your suits. -SM

Stranger 1: Not my Westwood! - JM

Stranger 2: Yes. That too. All of them. -SM

Stranger 1: I am *this* close to killing you - JM

Stranger 2: You played dead for two years. What was I supposed to do, mourn your death at your graveside? Fuck you, Jim. -SM

Stranger 1: Hey Sherlock's little pet did... - JM

Stranger 2: You rather have him than me by your side? -SM

Stranger 1: Of course not he's an idiot, but he cares - JM

Stranger 2: I dragged your dead body down that building. I kept everyone believing that Brook was innocent. I killed too many of those weird little sprayers. I could've done much better things with me time. -SM

Stranger 1: Oh why thank you sweetie... but you're buying me new suits. - JM

Stranger 2: Agreed. If you start earning some money again. I am broke since you left. -SM

Stranger 2: Since you made me believe you were dead. Arse. -SM

Stranger 1: Gosh, you can't cope without me - JM

Stranger 1: Put the kettle on cute - JM