Heavy (Quotes)
Originally aired March 29, 2005.
Lucille: It's like my heart is on fire. Like it's, oh I don't know, like...
House: Burning?
Lucille: Exactly!
House: Hmm. Sounds almost like heartburn.
Lucille: So can you give me something?
House: Like a thesaurus?
Lucille: What?
Lucille: I'm not pregnant!
House: Sorry, you don't get to make that call unless you have a stethoscope. Union rules.
House: You wear a bikini now?
Lucille: Yeah - you have a problem with that?
House: No. I've never gone swimming with you.
House: Even if I was Dr. House, physician/patient confidentiality protects me from annoying conversations.
Mr. Hernandez: Tell her it's cancer – you obviously don't have a problem with lying.
House: Oh – way to win me over.
Wilson: You've made it quite clear that you're miserable here.
House: I am not miserable.
Wilson: You're not happy.
House: And you are?
Wilson: With my job, yes.
House: I am exactly where I want to be doing exactly what I want to do.
Wilson: I think I sense a hint of sarcasm there.
Wilson: Most billionaires aren't very good with numbers.
Wilson: (Speaking to House). You are uniquely talented in many areas, but office politics is not one of them.
Wilson: The ultrasound and biopsy confirmed our worry. The tumor is extremely large, at least thirty pounds.
Patient: Oh, God.
House: It’s actually a personal record for this clinic.
Patient: Okay. This is what a woman is supposed to look like. Okay, we’re not just skin and bones. We have flesh. We have curves.
House: You have little people inside you. (Patient grabs her purse and heads to the door.) Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I guess I must have just been brainwashed by the media, and all those years of medical training.
Chase: She’s fat.
Foreman: Enough already, okay? We’ve got it, you hate fat people.
Lucille: It's like my heart is on fire. Like it's, oh I don't know, like...
House: Burning?
Lucille: Exactly!
House: Hmm. Sounds almost like heartburn.
Lucille: So can you give me something?
House: Like a thesaurus?
Lucille: What?
Lucille: I'm not pregnant!
House: Sorry, you don't get to make that call unless you have a stethoscope. Union rules.
House: You wear a bikini now?
Lucille: Yeah - you have a problem with that?
House: No. I've never gone swimming with you.
House: Even if I was Dr. House, physician/patient confidentiality protects me from annoying conversations.
Mr. Hernandez: Tell her it's cancer – you obviously don't have a problem with lying.
House: Oh – way to win me over.
Wilson: You've made it quite clear that you're miserable here.
House: I am not miserable.
Wilson: You're not happy.
House: And you are?
Wilson: With my job, yes.
House: I am exactly where I want to be doing exactly what I want to do.
Wilson: I think I sense a hint of sarcasm there.
Wilson: Most billionaires aren't very good with numbers.
Wilson: (Speaking to House). You are uniquely talented in many areas, but office politics is not one of them.
Wilson: The ultrasound and biopsy confirmed our worry. The tumor is extremely large, at least thirty pounds.
Patient: Oh, God.
House: It’s actually a personal record for this clinic.
Patient: Okay. This is what a woman is supposed to look like. Okay, we’re not just skin and bones. We have flesh. We have curves.
House: You have little people inside you. (Patient grabs her purse and heads to the door.) Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I guess I must have just been brainwashed by the media, and all those years of medical training.
Chase: She’s fat.
Foreman: Enough already, okay? We’ve got it, you hate fat people.
