"Was this really necessary?"

"Yes. You wanted to come with us, so yes."

"No...I wanted to come with you. And I have a feeling if it had just been you, I wouldn't look so completely..."

"Sexy?"

"No...I was thinking more along the lines of ridiculous. But I'm glad that you think so."

House rolled his eyes and stuck his hand deep into the bucket of popcorn ( Read more... )

"There's nothing to be nervous about, okay buddy? He actually looks pretty good all things considered."

Michael Bluth smiled somewhat reassuringly at his son, George Michael, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"Yeah...okay."

Michael removed his hand and pressed the button for the elevator. When the doors opened, the ( Read more... )

Wilson sat in House's recliner shoveling Lo Mein into his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed.

House, who had been somewhat amused by Wilson's unpleasant behavior, set his carton of rice down and flung a chopstick at him.

It hit Wilson on the nose, and fell onto his lap, staining his khaki's with some soy sauce.

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    The morning after House had gone to dinner with Gob, Wilson was walking towards the elevator when the all too familiar sound of a Segway was heard coming up from behind him.

Fast.

He sighed and raised his voice, not bothering to turn around. "Mr. Bluth, I really don't think you should be riding that thing in the hospital."

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    It was a slow afternoon in the Diagnostics Department of the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. There had been no bizarre cases to walk through the front door in days, and in an attempt to get some quality time with his Soap Operas, House had sent his team off to help other departments.

His time alone, however, was about to be cut ( Read more... )