[to Cuddy] I think my penis stopped breathing. Do you know CPR?
Looks like your brain is okay. Pupils are equal, round and reactive.
I'm fine... other than the fact that my nurples are now purple. [Glares at Foreman then says to Thirteen] No wonder you broke up with him. I'm surprised yours are still attached. By the way, I can see that from here.
[House is puking into a bin]
Okay, I admit it. I have bulimia. I look good, though, don't I?
Heroin. Heroin?! House, of all the stupid...
I just caught you with your fingers down your throat.
I'm on methadone. Stupid product, heroin without the high.
Yea, and twice the risk of death.
Today was a fluke, I nodded off.
Right, you're safe as long as you never sleep again. Mistime your dose, you die. Couple of drinks, you die. Mix it with the wrong drugs, you die. You wanna detox from Vicodin, pick something that won't kill you.
If you're looking for something to help with your pain...
Doesn't help my pain. It eliminates it.
[He throws his cane into a dumpster, and walks away]
My leg doesn't hurt anymore.
[House walks off into the distance without limping]