I'm not fucking beige

I think, upon rewatching TRF a billion months later, my favorite thing about this is that in the montage, every single other person informed of something unpleasant (the security guard/the banker/the man at the prison) spills his coffee as the situation dissolves.  But Lestrade?  No sir.  Not only does he not lose his head because break-ins aren’t his area, but his coffee has a lid.  A fucking lid, motherfucker.  No unnecessary spillage for this HBIC.

Lestrade, motherfuckers.  Keeping it real, keeping it clean.