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CUDDY: I thought I’d met all your friend.
Yeah, pulled a hamstring playing Twister. I’m just gonna walk it off.
Mmm. Yeah, she looks just like you. Got the same fro.
What if her heart is like my bike? Runs like crap when I’m by myself. When I take it to the mechanic, it runs great.
It would be much more ethical to let it happen in an uncontrolled setting. Because there’s always a team of cardiologists having lunch at the next table.
CRANDALL: If she’s got an electrical problem, couldn’t more electricity blow her whole system?
HOUSE: Wow. Look who’s been watching Bill Nye the Science Guy.
Then the AV node is not the bad pathway. All that was was a heart attack. Reset her so we can find the real problem.
You have my permission to blame Foreman at any negligence trial.
You’re designing a kid. A loser kid. He’s already getting pummeled at recess.
Pretentiousness is hereditary. Just because they haven’t found the gene yet…
What I didn’t consider was the threshold to trigger the hallucinations. Otherwise, I would have done the finger bending first instead of stabbing her twice. That was cruel.
How does someone who believes absolutely anything become a nonfiction writer?
I’m a really good secret keeper. I’ve never told anybody that Wilson wets his bed. Oh, you tricked me.
I was just thinking about what your mother looked like. Because your father obviously chose her for breeding purposes. Natural selection sucks. We pick our mates based on breast size, cars they drive. They did autopsies on married couples and found a correlation in pancreas size.
Microbes can be sneaky.
We were 20 years old. He had a car. If he had been a woman, I would have married him.
It’s brown. It’s lumpy. I’m going to heave all over my desk.
WILSON: So either you lied or he has pictures of you being nice.
Bad news is she has potty mouth.
Here’s how to become a great artist. First, get miserable. Misery drives you to become a great artist. The art does nothing for your misery, which drives you to drugs, which makes you a lousy artist.
Is it just me or have we discovered a flaw in the scientific method?
I don’t care if you marry this guy, date this guy, go through his garbage. But you should know, genes matter, who you are matters. Find someone you trust.
You can stop—she ruined it.
Oh you read it. You know how nervous I get at these things.
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