[The coffee pot is found broken at 221b]
Eurus : So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
Molly : I did, I broke it –
Eurus : No. No, you didn’t. Sherlock?
Sherlock : Don’t look at me. Look at Mycroft.
Mycroft : What? I didn’t break it.
Sherlock : Hmm. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Mycroft : Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
Sherlock : Suspicious.
Mycroft : No, it’s not!
Mary : If it matters… probably not… but Irene was the last one to use it.
Irene : Liar! I don’t even drink that crap.
Mary : Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee table earlier?
Irene : I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Mary!
Molly : Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Eurus.
Eurus : No. Who broke it?
Greg : Well, John’s been awfully quiet.
John : Really?
Greg : Yeah, really!
[Cut to Eurus in the room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
Eurus : I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.