Son of Coma Guy (Quotes)
Originally aired on November 14, 2006.
Wilson: What are you doing down here? I thought you usually had lunch with Coma Guy?
House: This is Vegetative State Guy. He’s better company.
House: We use recyclable clothes now. Wear them once, then eat them.
House: Where else did you live? List everywhere including vacation, start with when your wife got pregnant.
Gabe: We lived in Jersey. Then we moved to Jersey. From there, Jersey. What are you wanting to hear, about the little cottage in the Amazon with the mosquitoes and the lead paint on the wall?
House: Yes.
Tritter: If you had my job you'd know: everybody lies.
Cameron: He stole Wilson's prescription pad and forged his name.
Foreman: Do you believe it?
Cameron: Do you?
Foreman: Well, absolutely I do. I'm just checking how naive you are.
House: When I was 14, my father was stationed in Japan. I went rock climbing with this kid from school. He fell, got injured and I had to bring him to the hospital. We came in through the wrong entrance, passed this guy in the hall. It was a janitor. My friend came down with an infection and the doctors didn't know what to do. So, they brought in the janitor. He was a doctor and a Buraku, one of Japan's untouchables. His ancestors had been slaughterers, gravediggers. This guy, he knew that he wasn't accepted by the staff, didn't even try. He didn't dress well, he didn't pretend to be one of them. The people that ran that place, they didn't think that he had anything they wanted. Except when they needed him. Because he was right. Which meant that nothing else mattered. They had to listen to him.
House: Everything is conditional. You just can't always anticipate the conditions.
House: What happened on the night of the fire? Yeah, I'm sure it's a stressful, emotional question. Suck it up.
Chase: Genetic tests take forever. You can’t just keep testing for every inherited condition you think it might be.
House: Well, not me, I’ll be leaving early. You guys can.
Wilson: You stole my prescription pad and you forged my name.
House: What did you tell the cops?
Wilson: I lied. They'd have put you away for ten years. After they took your license to practice medicine.
House: So, everything's good then.
Wilson: I lied to the cops!
House: There is no case unless they can prove that either I got the drugs illegally or I sold them illegally. I didn't do the second. You lied about the first. Game over. Important thing is you keep prescribing the same amount of drugs to me. Or it'll look suspicious.
Wilson: Here's another way to look at it. Having forced me to lie to the police, your first concern is securing your drug connection!
Wilson: This is like trying to control the weather, but I'd prefer it if you didn’t eat in the car. I just had it detailed.
Gabe: I drive.
Wilson: Oh, the hell he does!
Gabe: I like power. And now the only power I have left is the power to annoy you.
Wilson: Rumor in the cafeteria was Caustic Guy was waking up Coma Guy.
House: Technically, Vegetative State Guy was woken by... yeah, Caustic Guy.
House: Deep inside, Wilson believes if he cares enough, he'll never have to die.
Gabe: You know what? I didn't let you come along so you could suck all the fun out of my one day of life.
House: Well, you're out of luck, 'cause that's totally why I'm here.
Gabe: Hey, what's this? It says "ip pod".
House: You think that my addiction's out of hand? Your need to be needed is so strong that you give people what they want, what they need, what they think they need.
Wilson: I don't think my enabling is anything you should be complaining about.
Wilson: Why steal my pad?
House: Oh my God! You're right, I'm an addict! Thanks for opening my eyes!
Wilson: No, I mean why my pad? Foreman, Cameron and Chase's pads are just as convenient. But their association with you is involuntary. They're employees. I associate with you through choice and any relationship that involves choice you have to see how far you can push before it breaks.
House: This is easy! You ask the questions, answer them and make tasty snacks! (Speaking to Gabe:) Let's go try the casino!
Wilson: And one day our friendship will break and that'll just prove your theory that relationships are conditional and you don't need human connection or deserve it or whatever is going on in that rat maze of your brain!
House: If I'd known he (Wilson) was going to be this annoying, I would have stolen Dr. Cameron's pad and Dr. Foreman's car. At least she appreciates my brooding melancholy. (Phone rings and he answers it). House's House of Whining! State your complaint!
House: Wilson, get out. You've lied to the cops enough for me. Maybe I don't want to push this until it breaks.
Cuddy: Put down the syringe.
House: I can outdraw you, mysterious stranger.
Cuddy: Put the syringe down.
House: I can outdraw you, mysterious stranger.
Cuddy: We don't experiment on helpless patients.
House: Be reasonable. There's no way this is going to work.
Gabe: What is up with you two?
House: Wilson lied to the bulls to keep me out of the big house.
Wilson: Are you out of your mind?
House: Who's he gonna tell? By tomorrow night, he's gonna be a mindless stalk of celery.
House: How deep does that awareness go? Pick up scraps of conversations? Do you have the vague sense that the hospital administrator dresses like a trollop or that the new "Star Wars" movie was a disappointment?
House: There are reports out of South Africa about a pill that'd temporarily revive someone in a vegetative state. We've all seen "Awakenings". It made me cry. I wanna cry.
House: Person with the money makes the rules. Or, in this case, person whose friend's the person with the money, makes the rules.
House: You have one day to live and you want a sandwich.
Gabe: People on death row get a last meal.
House: Only six left, by the way (speaking in reference to his remaining supply of Vicodin).
Wilson: So, sign my name. You don't need a doctor, you need a pen.
Wilson: What are you doing down here? I thought you usually had lunch with Coma Guy?
House: This is Vegetative State Guy. He’s better company.
House: We use recyclable clothes now. Wear them once, then eat them.
House: Where else did you live? List everywhere including vacation, start with when your wife got pregnant.
Gabe: We lived in Jersey. Then we moved to Jersey. From there, Jersey. What are you wanting to hear, about the little cottage in the Amazon with the mosquitoes and the lead paint on the wall?
House: Yes.
Tritter: If you had my job you'd know: everybody lies.
Cameron: He stole Wilson's prescription pad and forged his name.
Foreman: Do you believe it?
Cameron: Do you?
Foreman: Well, absolutely I do. I'm just checking how naive you are.
House: When I was 14, my father was stationed in Japan. I went rock climbing with this kid from school. He fell, got injured and I had to bring him to the hospital. We came in through the wrong entrance, passed this guy in the hall. It was a janitor. My friend came down with an infection and the doctors didn't know what to do. So, they brought in the janitor. He was a doctor and a Buraku, one of Japan's untouchables. His ancestors had been slaughterers, gravediggers. This guy, he knew that he wasn't accepted by the staff, didn't even try. He didn't dress well, he didn't pretend to be one of them. The people that ran that place, they didn't think that he had anything they wanted. Except when they needed him. Because he was right. Which meant that nothing else mattered. They had to listen to him.
House: Everything is conditional. You just can't always anticipate the conditions.
House: What happened on the night of the fire? Yeah, I'm sure it's a stressful, emotional question. Suck it up.
Chase: Genetic tests take forever. You can’t just keep testing for every inherited condition you think it might be.
House: Well, not me, I’ll be leaving early. You guys can.
Wilson: You stole my prescription pad and you forged my name.
House: What did you tell the cops?
Wilson: I lied. They'd have put you away for ten years. After they took your license to practice medicine.
House: So, everything's good then.
Wilson: I lied to the cops!
House: There is no case unless they can prove that either I got the drugs illegally or I sold them illegally. I didn't do the second. You lied about the first. Game over. Important thing is you keep prescribing the same amount of drugs to me. Or it'll look suspicious.
Wilson: Here's another way to look at it. Having forced me to lie to the police, your first concern is securing your drug connection!
Wilson: This is like trying to control the weather, but I'd prefer it if you didn’t eat in the car. I just had it detailed.
Gabe: I drive.
Wilson: Oh, the hell he does!
Gabe: I like power. And now the only power I have left is the power to annoy you.
Wilson: Rumor in the cafeteria was Caustic Guy was waking up Coma Guy.
House: Technically, Vegetative State Guy was woken by... yeah, Caustic Guy.
House: Deep inside, Wilson believes if he cares enough, he'll never have to die.
Gabe: You know what? I didn't let you come along so you could suck all the fun out of my one day of life.
House: Well, you're out of luck, 'cause that's totally why I'm here.
Gabe: Hey, what's this? It says "ip pod".
House: You think that my addiction's out of hand? Your need to be needed is so strong that you give people what they want, what they need, what they think they need.
Wilson: I don't think my enabling is anything you should be complaining about.
Wilson: Why steal my pad?
House: Oh my God! You're right, I'm an addict! Thanks for opening my eyes!
Wilson: No, I mean why my pad? Foreman, Cameron and Chase's pads are just as convenient. But their association with you is involuntary. They're employees. I associate with you through choice and any relationship that involves choice you have to see how far you can push before it breaks.
House: This is easy! You ask the questions, answer them and make tasty snacks! (Speaking to Gabe:) Let's go try the casino!
Wilson: And one day our friendship will break and that'll just prove your theory that relationships are conditional and you don't need human connection or deserve it or whatever is going on in that rat maze of your brain!
House: If I'd known he (Wilson) was going to be this annoying, I would have stolen Dr. Cameron's pad and Dr. Foreman's car. At least she appreciates my brooding melancholy. (Phone rings and he answers it). House's House of Whining! State your complaint!
House: Wilson, get out. You've lied to the cops enough for me. Maybe I don't want to push this until it breaks.
Cuddy: Put down the syringe.
House: I can outdraw you, mysterious stranger.
Cuddy: Put the syringe down.
House: I can outdraw you, mysterious stranger.
Cuddy: We don't experiment on helpless patients.
House: Be reasonable. There's no way this is going to work.
Gabe: What is up with you two?
House: Wilson lied to the bulls to keep me out of the big house.
Wilson: Are you out of your mind?
House: Who's he gonna tell? By tomorrow night, he's gonna be a mindless stalk of celery.
House: How deep does that awareness go? Pick up scraps of conversations? Do you have the vague sense that the hospital administrator dresses like a trollop or that the new "Star Wars" movie was a disappointment?
House: There are reports out of South Africa about a pill that'd temporarily revive someone in a vegetative state. We've all seen "Awakenings". It made me cry. I wanna cry.
House: Person with the money makes the rules. Or, in this case, person whose friend's the person with the money, makes the rules.
House: You have one day to live and you want a sandwich.
Gabe: People on death row get a last meal.
House: Only six left, by the way (speaking in reference to his remaining supply of Vicodin).
Wilson: So, sign my name. You don't need a doctor, you need a pen.
