HUGHIE'S MOTHER: You, there! Do you work here?
SCHLOCK: Cheerfully, Ma'am.
HUGHIE'S MOTHER: I've lost my little boy! He was right next to me a minute ago. He's--
SCHLOCK: *interrupting* Don't describe him. If he lives with you, eats with you, and sprang from your loins, then he smells like you.
HUGHIE'S MOTHER: You can smell me?
SCHLOCK: From here. No, no, don't come any closer. I've got all I need.