MYCROFT: My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher and yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?
JOHN: I don’t know.
MYCROFT: Neither do I. But initially, he wanted to be a pirate.
Completing each other’s sentences… even from a distance.
Just once can you two behave like grown-ups?
We solve crimes, I blog about it and he forgets his pants. I wouldn’t hold out too much hope.