[With a hearty laugh] We shall most certainly not! You would not bring me my tea, nor would you rub my shoulder, nor would you be soft and warm in my bed. I regret to inform you, dear friend, that I reject your offer of matrimony, as tempting as your vast intellect makes you as a potential life partner.
[Going serious] I have no Mary in this place, so Irene will have to find another woman to stand up with her at the joyous occasion, I fear.
You have yet to tell me how we work our way out of this problem, Holmes. [Teasing] Or have you lost your touch?