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House: Is it that time of year again? … He’s a self-important jerk.
Wilson: He’s my friend.
House: He’s a self-important jerk.
Wilson: Seems to be what I’m attracted to.
House: The guy calls you Jim. Doesn’t even know your name.
Wilson: Jim is short for James. Now go away …Lim.
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Wilson: Why are you here?
House: Because it’s not a hospital.
Wilson: It’s a jogging park. You’re not jogging; you can’t jog.
House: I’m watching jogging; I sit, I watch, and I imagine.
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House: [singing] Well I guess it would be nice. If I could touch your body. I know not everybody has got a body like you. Baaaaby.
Wilson: You know. Most people. Go for the. Hardwood or carpeting. I think guitars and garbage work just as well.
House: I got the urge to play last night. Had to go all the way back to my apartment; thought I’d save on future trips.
Wilson: Hmm, very eco-friendly of you. How about keeping down on the noise pollution?
House: [looks at watch] 6:33. You should be flossing by now.
Wilson: I’m not going to work today; I’m going hunting. After I sleep-in.
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House: The ghost is a hallucination, which is the result of a delusion, which is most likely the result of a hereditary disease that her mother died from when my patient was four.
Wilson: And you think you can tap into her subconscious memory by tapping into her hallucination.
House: Uh-hmm. She might not know what caused her mother’s death, but she’ll know how she acted before she died.
Wilson: You’re quite impressed with yourself right now, aren’t you?
House: pffftt. Who wouldn’t be? … Well, that should be long enough. Back in a flash.
Wilson: Take your time.
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Wilson: Call me a doormat; get it all out of your system. But I’m doing it.
House: Why?
Wilson: He’s my friend.
House: I’m your friend.
Wilson: [shrugs]
House: All the pain pills I’ve taken; what if I need your liver?
Wilson: Right. How selfish of me not to consider your possible, future needs.
House: They’re all dying; they’re all your friends.
Wilson: I’m not here for an argument, House.
House: No, right. That’s room 12A. So, why are you here? Wanna make sure that I called the moving van?
Wilson: No.
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House: There is no truth.
Wilson: Are we role playing? Am I you? I don’t wanna be you.
House: She’s not asking for test results; she’s not asking for what two plus two equals; she’s asking for my personal life experience so she can extrapolate to all humanity. That’s not truth; it’s bad science.
Wilson: It’s not science at all. Tell her the truth.
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House: You okay?
Cate: Yeah.
Wilson: Are you okay?
House: It’s a valid medical question.
Wilson: I have never heard you ask a patient that question. You’ve never asked me that question, you’ve seen me fall down a flight of stairs drunk. You’ve slept with her.
House: She’s 9,000 miles away. And while a certain part of me unfurled…
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Wilson: She’s waiting for your answer?
House: She’s asleep; I sedated her.
Wilson: Why do you care what you say to her?
House: Because. I don’t know how to answer these questions.
Wilson: It’s a simple question. Has your life sucked? Tell her the truth. Tell her you were shot. Tell her—
House: She doesn’t want to hear the truth. She’s looking for something. Looking to extrapolate some—
Wilson: She’s looking to connect with you, and that’s what’s scaring the hell out of you. Tell her the truth.
House: There is no truth.
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Wilson: So, what do you watch for?
House: That guy’s running in shorts.
Wilson: He’s not running; he’s trolling.
House: You’re good at this.
Wilson: How long are you going to stay here?
House: The beauty of this place, is that it’s the last place Cuddy will look.
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Wilson: Bonnie told me what Cuddy bid.
House: You’re going to out-bid her?
Wilson: We do need a bigger refrigerator… She hurt my friend; she should be punished.
House: You got mad; I’m proud of you. Cuddy won’t share that sentiment. How are you gonna explain it to her?
Wilson: I’m changing our address to a P.O. box.
House: She’ll find out eventually.
Wilson: A problem delayed is a problem denied. [on the phone] Bonnie. I’ll take it.
House: Baby steps.
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