Dr. Watson

I'm sure he's expecting us.

Good evening, Doctor.

Oh, no, no, don't get up.

You look much too comfortable.

Well, I enjoyed your story of a scandal in Bohemia last week, Doctor, and tonight you promised us a sequel.

And I'm sure you needed no urging to accept the invitation.

Dr. Watson's story will continue in just a second, so I'm just going to remind you that good food always tastes better when served with good wine.

And if you like a red wine, say with steak or meat of any kind, you'll love Petri California Burgundy.

If you'd rather have a white wine, say with chicken or fish, then by all means get Petri California Sauternes.

Oh, and look, if opinion is divided in your family, if some of you like a red wine and some like white, the answer's obvious.

Don't buy one, buy two.

Remember that, huh?

Don't buy one, buy two.

But do buy Petri.

Then you know it's good.

Doctor, that was a fine place to break off your story with the butler pointing a gun at your backs and you and Sherlock Holmes with your hands above your heads.

What happened next?

No, at least you didn't get killed or you wouldn't be sitting here in California tonight telling me the story.

You know, Dr. Watson, I just can't get over the way you and Mr. Holmes let that girl, Irene, was that her name, pull the wool over your eyes.

Boy, she really twisted you around her little finger.