I don't remember you being this bitchy.
The Vicodin dulled it. In the sober light of day, I'm a buzz-kill.
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I don't remember you being this bitchy.
The Vicodin dulled it. In the sober light of day, I'm a buzz-kill.
Medically, what made you think he was right?
Nothing.
He got lucky. That's all that happened. Telling him "No" was a good thing. Because next time, he won't be lucky and he'll kill someone. Just because he was right, doesn't mean he wasn't wrong.
[exhales; long pause] I see him every day. I can't just...
Everybody lies.
So you're saying Chase did screw up.
Or Foreman screwed up.
Big hand points to minutes, maybe you got them mixed up.
Oh snap, Foreman is playing the dozens. You're at a huge cultural disadvantage here, Chase. Take a couple minutes to think of a witty retort.
[later]
Hey Foreman, your momma's so fat when her beeper goes off, people think she's backing up.
I need a laser pointer.
We don't have a laser pointer.
Well, why not? Who's going to take us seriously if we don't have a laser pointer?
Why do they bother putting age restrictions on these things when all you have to do is click "Yes, I am 18"? Even a 17 year old can figure that out.
You're talking about brain surgery.
I'm talking about really cool brain surgery.
Can you believe what Cuddy tried to pull?
What now?
She lied to me. She cured my patient with my diagnosis, then lied to me about it.
That doesn't sound like her.
You're right. Does sound like you, though.
What exactly did Cuddy tell you?
Nothing that your body language isn't telling me right now. So what was the plan? I'd feel so humble by missing a case that I'd re-evaluate my entire life, question the nature of truth and goodness and become Cameron?
Something like that. More that if we'd told you the truth, that you'd solved a case based on absolutely no medical proof, you'd think you were God, and I was worried your wings would melt.
God doesn't limp.
Are you a man of your word, or not?
No, as a matter of fact, I'm not.
[about Ezra's unethical research] He injected newborn babies with radioactive agents just to see if they'd urethral reflux.
He was curious.
[to Cameron] You do know you can't actually pierce me with your stares?
How right you are, Dr. Cuddy! We also don't pad our bills, swipe samples from the pharmacy, or fantasize about the teenage daughters of our patients, either.
True, better be true, and you're a pig.
What's the largest organ?
Skin.
We need to get a piece.
Sure, we'll just wait until he leaves his room without his skin, sneak in and take a piece.
Stool sample to check for parasites, blood culture to rule out infection, and ANA for lupus.
Because he screamed?
It could also be an environmental reaction... an allergy, dust, weed, pollen, a toxin, something he ate...
Check the house and run a lung ventilation scan... lungs are in the chest too, right?
I had a date last night. She screamed. Should we spend $100,000 testing her?
Of course not... this isn't a veterinary hospital. ZING!
[House tries to sedate the flailing autistic patient with nitrous oxide]
Hey hey hey hey! [inhales from the mask]
Out of Vicodin? [House gives him a look]
What're you doing?
[holding his breath] Eating the red berries.
[House inhales and puts the mask on the child who complies and passes out]
He trusted you.
No, that wasn't trust. That was self-preservation.
No... That was huge. It was like a conversation.
A monkey's. [gets up and hits his head on a surgical light] Monkey's afraid to eat the red berries until he sees another monkey eat them. Monkey see, monkey do. It's all it was. The kid's still just as messed up as when he admitted him. [stumbles into a table]
Is it so wrong for them to want to have a normal child? It's normal to want to be normal.
Spoken like a true circle queen. See, skinny, socially-privileged white people get to draw this neat little circle. And everyone inside the circle is "normal". Anyone outside the circle should be beaten, broken and reset so that they can be brought into the circle. Failing that, they should be institutionalized. Or worse - Pitied.
So it's wrong to feel sorry for this little boy?
Why would you feel sorry for someone that gets to opt out of the inane courteous formalities which are utterly meaningless, insincere and therefore degrading? This kid doesn't have to pretend to be interested in your back pain, or your excretions or your grandma's itchy place. Imagine how liberating it would be to live a life free of all the mind-numbing social niceties. I don't pity this kid - I envy him.
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