[Texting between Taub and Rachel; then House and Rachel when he steals phone]
Rachel
groceries.
Rachel
U don't want to know.
Rachel
R u nuts?
[Rachel smiles, contemplates. Back in House's office]
House! It's not funny. I got enough problems already.
Trust me, this is gonna help.
[In a sitcom style similar to Two and a Half Men. Applause; knock on door]
[off screen] That better be her.
[Wilson opens the door. A police officer and a little girl wearing flannel with a stripe of pink in her hair are standing in the hallway. The audience oohs.]
Rachel Cuddy, you were supposed to be home half an hour ago.
Rachel
Don't blame me; he's the one who wouldn't run any red lights.
[The audience laughs. The police officer walks Rachel inside the apartment.]
OOfficer
The mouth on that kid makes Mel Gibson sound like Nelson Mandela. Where'd she learn that?
[House enters blowing a bubble with gum. The audience cheers wildly.]
I don't know why you're here, but I didn't do it.
What's the problem, officer?
OOfficer
She was shoplifting down at the mall. Are either of you this girl's father?
Nope! But since her mom died, she's my favorite tax write-off. [walks over to the door and sees the officer out] Officer, you have my word it won't happen again, 'cause next time she won't get caught.
[House slams the door shut behind the officer, then turns and high-fives Rachel. They hug. Wilson shrugs and joins in on the hug. Cuddy then wakes up from her dream, gasping and staring at the medication on her nightstand.]
There are no cars coming. Just go.
Rachel
The light is red, ye bloody scallywag.
Stop with the pirate talk.
If you don't want Brownbeard to end up with two wooden legs, better get your ma to move this ship, you mangy bilge rat.
Of course... you showed her that filthy cartoon. What kind of idiot lets a three-year-old watch that?
If you want to lecture me on my poor judgment, there seems to be more relevant examples.