Stacy Warner quotes from House

Stacy

As your lawyer, I can't stop you from lying, I can't even be in the room, but I would be remiss if I didn't prep you to lie better.

Stacy

I’m not over you. You were, you were the one, you always will be. But I can’t be with you.

Dr. House

So I’m the guy, but you want the other guy, who by definition can never be the guy.

Stacy

What's great about you is that you think you're right, what's frustrating about you is you're right so much of the time.

Dr. House

You know we should do things, throw a ball around or something. Guy stuff.

Mark

We could go for a run together.

Dr. House

OH! It's Oscar Wilde!

Stacy

Wow, this pissing contest is really turning me on.

House

How's your recovery going? Gotten around to the small muscles yet?

Mark

It's not the size of the muscle; it's where you get to put it.

Stacy

My goodness, it's like watching Oscar Wilde and Noel Coward in the third grade.

Stacy

I need to talk to you.

Dr. House

From the doorway?

Stacy

It's confidential.

Dr. House

Cool. I love gossip.

Stacy

If Chase screwed up so badly, why didn't you fire him?

Dr. House

He has great hair.

Stacy

What are you hiding?

Dr. House

I'm gay. Oh, that's not what you meant. It does explain a lot, though: no girlfriend, always with Wilson, obsession with sneakers...

Stacy

Our relationship is like an addiction. It's... like...

Dr. House

Really good drugs?

Stacy

No, it's like... vindaloo curry.

Dr. House

Okay, sure...

Stacy

Really, really hot Indian curry they make with red chili peppers.

Dr. House

I know what it is! Didn't think it was addictive.

Stacy

You're abrasive and annoying and come on way too strong, like... vindaloo curry. When you're crazy about curry, that's fine, but, no matter how much you love curry, you have too much of it, it takes the roof of your mouth off. And then you never want to see curry for a really, really long time, but you wake up one day, and you think... God, I really miss curry.

Stacy

What was Greg like after I left?

Dr. Cuddy

Er, an egomaniacal, narcissistic pain in the ass — same as before you left.