Informed Consent (Quotes)
Originally aired September 19, 2006.
House: OK, next procedure: we sneak in, turn back time.
House: Wow, you guys look like crap. What do you got?
Chase: Purple dye on my fingers.
House: What did the bone marrow biopsy show?
Foreman: Don't have the results.
House: What? What have you been doing all night?
Cameron: Jello shots and wild sex, what else?
Wilson: How's Ezra Powell?
House: Resting comfortably.
Wilson: Hmm, that's not what Cameron says.
House: I hate practicing medicine in high school.
Wilson: Worried about meeting your one patient per week quota?
House: I'm a cripple, remember? Accomodations must be made.
House: Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. (Puts head under the patient's bed sheet).
House: 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.
Cuddy: True, better be true and you're a pig.
Foreman: All that in 24 hours?
House: Nah, whatever you don't get done you can finish at the autopsy.
Powell: I don't regret what I did. Informed consent... patient rights... holds back research.
Cameron: (Cuts some of Powell's skin off).
Powell: (Screams in pain). What the hell are you doing?
Cameron: Informed consent is holding back our diagnosis.
House: Wow! You guys look like crap!
House: Don't go towards the light! You'll fall and break your hip.
Chase: It's his call.
Foreman: So, what do we do? Put a plastic bag over his head and get it over with?
House: Come on, he's old, sick and tiny. We can do whatever we want to him.
Powell: Dr. Chase said my calcium is normal.
House: We call him "Dr. Idiot".
House: OK, next procedure: we sneak in, turn back time.
House: Wow, you guys look like crap. What do you got?
Chase: Purple dye on my fingers.
House: What did the bone marrow biopsy show?
Foreman: Don't have the results.
House: What? What have you been doing all night?
Cameron: Jello shots and wild sex, what else?
Wilson: How's Ezra Powell?
House: Resting comfortably.
Wilson: Hmm, that's not what Cameron says.
House: I hate practicing medicine in high school.
Wilson: Worried about meeting your one patient per week quota?
House: I'm a cripple, remember? Accomodations must be made.
House: Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. (Puts head under the patient's bed sheet).
House: 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.
Cuddy: True, better be true and you're a pig.
Foreman: All that in 24 hours?
House: Nah, whatever you don't get done you can finish at the autopsy.
Powell: I don't regret what I did. Informed consent... patient rights... holds back research.
Cameron: (Cuts some of Powell's skin off).
Powell: (Screams in pain). What the hell are you doing?
Cameron: Informed consent is holding back our diagnosis.
House: Wow! You guys look like crap!
House: Don't go towards the light! You'll fall and break your hip.
Chase: It's his call.
Foreman: So, what do we do? Put a plastic bag over his head and get it over with?
House: Come on, he's old, sick and tiny. We can do whatever we want to him.
Powell: Dr. Chase said my calcium is normal.
House: We call him "Dr. Idiot".
