The Best Mary Watson Quotes

Mary: How the f...
Sherlock: Please, Mary, there is a child present.

Dr. John Watson: I cheated on you, Mary. There's a woman on the bus, and I had a plastic daisy in my hair. I'd been playing with Rosie, and this girl just smiled at me. That's all it was. It was a smile. We texted, constantly. You want to know when? Every time you left the room - that's when. When you were feeding our daughter. When you were stopping her from crying - that's when. And that's all it was. Just texting. But I wanted more. And do you know something? I still do. I'm not the man you thought I was. I'm not that guy. I never could be. But that's the point.
[his voice breaks]
Dr. John Watson: That's the whole point. Who you thought I was... is the man who I want to be.
Mary: Well then... John Watson... Get the hell on with it.
[John starts crying]

[compiled from several bits between other scenes]
Mary: If you're watching this, I'm... probably dead. I'm giving you a case, Sherlock. Might be the hardest case of your career. When I'm... gone, if I'm gone, I need you to do something for me. Save John Watson. Save him, Sherlock. Save him. Don't think anyone else is going to save him, because there isn't anyone. It's up to you. Save him. But I do think you're going to need a little bit of help with that, because you're not exactly good with people, so here's a few things you need to know about the man we both love - and more importantly, what you're going to need to do to save him: John Watson never accepts help. Not from anyone. Not ever. But here's the thing - he never refuses it. So, here's what you are going to do. You can't save John, because he won't let you. He won't allow himself to be saved. The only way to save John is to make him save you. Go to hell, Sherlock. Go right into hell and make it look like you mean it. Go and pick a fight with a bad guy. Put yourself in harm's way. If he thinks you need him, I swear... he will be there.

- I don't feel so good.
- -
- You're all right.
- Oh, you're sweet.
- You have a very kind face.
- God will smile on you.
Mary: But I don't want you and Sherlock hanging off my gun arm.
- I'm sorry, my love.

Dr. John Watson: [after DI Lestrade's recount of recent events] Extraordinary!
Mary: Impossible!
Sherlock: Superb! Suicide as street theatre; murder by corpse. Lestrade, you're spoiling us.

Sherlock: Well, what do you make of it?
Mary: That we're looking for something.
- Yes, but it wasn't a burglar.
- They came specifically for that Thatcher bust. Why?

- Yeah, I might as well get up anyway.
- Hey, baby, it's daddy.
[Kissing] Daddy.
- Come here, Rosie.
- Yeah.
- Come here, darling, it's all right.
Mary: Yeah, thank you.
- -[Crying continues]

Mary: [to John] You are done with the world being explained to you by a man. Well, who isn't?

Mycroft: I have access to the top level of the MI5 archive.
Mary: [already looking at that archive via her phone] Yep, that's where I'm looking.
Mycroft: What do you think of MI5 security?
Mary: I think it would be a good idea.

Mary: I'm part of a campaign, you know.
DI: Huh? Campaign?
Mary: Votes for women.
DI: And you, are you for or against?
Mary: Get out.

Mary: I've been making enquiries. Mr. Holmes asked me.
Dr. John Watson: [to Sherlock] Holmes, how could you?
Mary: No, not him. The clever one.

Mary: Go to hell, Sherlock.

Dr. John Watson: [to Sherlock] I'm taking Mary home.
Mary: You're what?
Dr. John Watson: Mary's taking me home.
Mary: Better.

Mary: Why are you crying? Shh, shh.
Mary: I know.

[last lines]
Mary: [recorded message] P.S. I know you two, and if I'm gone, I know what you could become, because I know who you really are - a junkie who solves crimes to get high, and the doctor who never came home from the war. Will you listen to me? Who you really are, it doesn't matter. It's all about the legend, the stories, the adventures. There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope. When all else fails, there are two men sitting, arguing in a scruffy flat, like they've always been there and they always will. The best and wisest men I have ever known, my Baker Street boys, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.