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Wilson: Twenty-nine-year old female. First seizure one month ago. Lost the ability to speak. Babbled like a baby. Progressive deterioration of mental status.
House: You see that? They all assume I'm a patient because of this cane.
Wilson: So put on a white coat like the rest of us.
House: I don't want them to think I'm a doctor.
Wilson: You see where the administration might have a problem with that attitude?
House: People don't want a sick doctor.
Wilson: That's fair enough. I don't like healthy patients.
Rebecca: He's your friend, huh?
Wilson: Yeah.
Rebecca: Does he care about you?
Wilson: I think so.
Rebecca: You don't know?
Wilson: As Dr. House likes to say, "Everybody lies."
Rebecca: It's not what people say. It's what they do.
Wilson: Yeah. He cares about me.
House: You lied to a friend to save a stranger. You don't think that's kind of screwed up?
Wilson: You've never lied to me?
House: I never lie.
Wilson: Oh. Right.
House: Why do you want me to treat this guy?
Wilson: Blood pressure's not responding to IV fluids.
House: No, no. I didn't ask how you plan to con me into treating him. I asked you why you want me to treat him.
Wilson: He's sick. I care. I'm pathetic.
Wilson: You wanna come over for Christmas dinner?
House: You're Jewish.
Wilson: Yeah. Hanukkah dinner. What do you care? It's food. It's people.
House: No, thanks.
Wilson: Maybe I'll come to your place.
House: Your wife doesn't mind being alone at Christmas?
Wilson: I'm a doctor. She's used to being alone.
Wilson: I don't wanna talk about it.
House: Neither do I.
Wilson: You okay?
House: You were right. It wasn't the DVT. It was the schizophrenia.
Wilson: I know.
House: She's not nearly as interesting anymore.
Wilson: Isn't it your birthday around now?
House: Last three months, same five ties. Thursday should be that paisley thing.
Wilson: It's a gift from my wife.
House: No, it's not. Julie hates green. You bought that yourself. You want to look pretty-at work.
House: Wilson's got a girlfriend.
Wilson: D- Stop. Stop. I don't.
Wilson: Why are you doing this? It's not gonna keep you out of jail.
House: No.
Wilson: Even if you win, the restraining order and battery charge stay in place, so what have you gained?
House: Time.
Wilson: To diagnose him? You can't get near him.
House: I don't want to be near him.
Wilson: Well, some doctors have the messiah complex. They need to save the world. You've got the Rubik's complex. You need to solve the puzzle.
House: I followed you.
Wilson: Didn't we have a conversation about friendship?
House: Yeah. I had some follow up questions. I've met your parents, and your brother.
Wilson: I have two brothers.
House: Why wouldn't you tell me-
Wilson: It wasn't relevant.
House: Why not?
Wilson: Because he's not in my life anymore.
House: Well, that's relevant.
Wilson: This was the last place I saw him. Nine years ago. I don't even know if he's alive.
Wilson: I think it's broken. What did you do?
House: Accidentally closed the car door on it.
Wilson: No. Door would have broken the skin. This looks like something hard and smooth smashed it.
House: I want my lawyer.
Wilson: The brain has a gating mechanism for pain. Registers the most severe injury and blocks out the others. Did it work?
House: Well, my hand hurts like hell. Yeah. I feel much better.
Wilson: Huh.
House: I scored. It's a brave new world, Doc, and we are the cutting edge.
House: You are looking at two all-access passes to paradise itself.
Wilson: How much?
House: True cost? No man can say.
Wilson: Could that man's accountant say?
House: One thousand dollars.
Wilson: Whew.
House: Friday night. The biggest official monster truck jam in the history of New Jersey.
Wilson: Okay, please tell me you didn't just say Friday night.
House: Whatever you've got, you cancel.
Wilson: I can't do it.
Wilson: You want to get to the bottom of this, you're doing it exactly right. Don't talk to the people involved. Drag your buddy away from work for some pointless speculation.
House: You want to know how two chemicals interact, do you ask them? No. They're going to lie through their lying little chemical teeth. Throw them in a beaker and apply heat.
Wilson: Even I don't like you.
House: Words can hurt, you know.
Continued here.