When I was your age — about, ooh, a thousand years ago — I loved a good bedtime story. The Three Little Sontarans. The Emperor Dalek's New Clothes. Snow White and the Seven Keys to Doomsday, eh? All the classics.

I prefer sneaking in the back door.

Benedict is bumbly, sweet, affable; the nicest man you've met.

All pleasure should be a little bent, don't you think?

We turned the lights off to save money, so you can't really see it. It's the same show. Hopefully, there are lots of laughs and lots of great personal stuff, but it is explicitly a darker season [4 of Sherlock Holmes].

All films speak to their times. It becomes obvious only after.

It's a cliche, but it's true that all the fun lies in baddies, grotesques and comic roles.