Just got back from out-of-town for the holiday weekend. Too tired to write so here’s another House-isms post for today. I promise I’ll have some real material tomorrow.
WILSON: How’d you get here?
HOUSE: By osmosis.
Infarctions hurt. That’s what they do.
HOUSE: Could be good, could be bad. Thanks for the differential. Any other options?
WILSON: Have you ever considered a career as a motivational speaker?
It’s a very simple equation: more pain, more pills.
ALEX’S DAD: Who are you?
HOUSE: I’ll be the one saving her life today, assuming she’s dying. Who are you?
Cat fight and cataplexy on the catwalk. Cool.
HOUSE: I take it you’re married.
CLINIC PATIENT: You must be psychic.
HOUSE: You must be witty.
Is it okay if I save her life first or do you want to make sure Daddy doesn’t get visitation rights to the grave site?
No, lets keep playing pin the diagnosis on the supermodel until she’s dead.
The more I talk to you, the more the pain floods back.
Put your clothes back on. I’m going to cut your balls off. Then you’ll be fine.
If I wanted to be psychoanalyzed I’d get Wilson to give me the shot.
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