Whac-A-Mole (Quotes)
Originally aired November 21, 2006.
Wilson: I need one of you.
House: Take Cameron. (Speaking to Cameron). Your idea was dumb, anyway.
House: (Speaking to Foreman). Or we could just make small talk. You still seeing that nurse in Peds? I just don't think she's right for you. You need someone detached, calculating, ambitious. You need yourself in a skirt.
Cuddy: Your coming to me means your lackeys actually stood up to you. I'm impressed.
House: Yes, their cowardice is inspiring.
Cuddy: Well, you should be thanking them. If they caved it would give the cops evidence that you intimidated underlings to feed your addiction.
House: I hate writing thank you notes. Would it be weird if I asked Cameron to write them?
Cameron: Nice cane.
House: If I know what you mean. (Winks).
Wilson: What are we, like, role playing?
Lawyer: Yeah and you suck at it. Which is really unfortunate, because you're pretending to be you.
House: (Speaking to Foreman). Can you score me some Vicodin?
Foreman:: No.
House: (Speaking to Cuddy). OK, fine! I'll father your child. First, you gotta write me a Vicodin prescription - just so I can get through the foreplay.
Wilson: Tritter towed my car. He's frozen my assets. He's on a crusade.
Lawyer: You're a person of interest in a narcotics investigation. You're linked to their suspect and his activities.
Wilson: I'm not Pablo Estcobar's evil henchman cruising into Miami in a cigarette boat. I'm a physician who prescribed Vicodin to a pain patient.
Cameron: You know you have a problem.
House: Yeah. It's got a badge and everything.
Cuddy: You're just getting here?
Wilson: Buses suck.
Cuddy: Where's your car?
Wilson: It's a hostage! Tritter wants me to testify against House.
Cuddy: You can't lift your arm.
House: You can't pee standing up.
Cameron: Are you OK?
House: I hurt my shoulder playing Fantasy Football.
House: He's teaching prepubescent kids that truth matters, God doesn't and life sucks. I like him.
House: The other one's probably having sex.
Kama: I am not.
House: Yet, but when you start, you're going to lie about it.
House: You're hooking me up?
Cuddy: Unfortunately, if I cut you off, it would give the cops evidence that you don't really need to pain medication.
House: I knew that cleavage was a smoke screen. You're a genius.
Kama: Is he gonna die?
Foreman: No. No one's gonna die.
Kama: In the whole world ever? That's so great.
Chase: (While looking through a patient's medical history). House was on this page when he got that annoying "I'm such a genius" look.
House: How are you going to learn to swim, unless I take off your floaties and throw you into sharkinfested waters?
Cameron: You can't know what's wrong after a 30 second perusal of his file.
House: Apparently you can’t.
Nurse: Ever thought about using your cane on the proper side?
House: Yeah, that's the issue. Friday night, my cane suddenly noticed it was on the wrong side.
Wilson: I need one of you.
House: Take Cameron. (Speaking to Cameron). Your idea was dumb, anyway.
House: (Speaking to Foreman). Or we could just make small talk. You still seeing that nurse in Peds? I just don't think she's right for you. You need someone detached, calculating, ambitious. You need yourself in a skirt.
Cuddy: Your coming to me means your lackeys actually stood up to you. I'm impressed.
House: Yes, their cowardice is inspiring.
Cuddy: Well, you should be thanking them. If they caved it would give the cops evidence that you intimidated underlings to feed your addiction.
House: I hate writing thank you notes. Would it be weird if I asked Cameron to write them?
Cameron: Nice cane.
House: If I know what you mean. (Winks).
Wilson: What are we, like, role playing?
Lawyer: Yeah and you suck at it. Which is really unfortunate, because you're pretending to be you.
House: (Speaking to Foreman). Can you score me some Vicodin?
Foreman:: No.
House: (Speaking to Cuddy). OK, fine! I'll father your child. First, you gotta write me a Vicodin prescription - just so I can get through the foreplay.
Wilson: Tritter towed my car. He's frozen my assets. He's on a crusade.
Lawyer: You're a person of interest in a narcotics investigation. You're linked to their suspect and his activities.
Wilson: I'm not Pablo Estcobar's evil henchman cruising into Miami in a cigarette boat. I'm a physician who prescribed Vicodin to a pain patient.
Cameron: You know you have a problem.
House: Yeah. It's got a badge and everything.
Cuddy: You're just getting here?
Wilson: Buses suck.
Cuddy: Where's your car?
Wilson: It's a hostage! Tritter wants me to testify against House.
Cuddy: You can't lift your arm.
House: You can't pee standing up.
Cameron: Are you OK?
House: I hurt my shoulder playing Fantasy Football.
House: He's teaching prepubescent kids that truth matters, God doesn't and life sucks. I like him.
House: The other one's probably having sex.
Kama: I am not.
House: Yet, but when you start, you're going to lie about it.
House: You're hooking me up?
Cuddy: Unfortunately, if I cut you off, it would give the cops evidence that you don't really need to pain medication.
House: I knew that cleavage was a smoke screen. You're a genius.
Kama: Is he gonna die?
Foreman: No. No one's gonna die.
Kama: In the whole world ever? That's so great.
Chase: (While looking through a patient's medical history). House was on this page when he got that annoying "I'm such a genius" look.
House: How are you going to learn to swim, unless I take off your floaties and throw you into sharkinfested waters?
Cameron: You can't know what's wrong after a 30 second perusal of his file.
House: Apparently you can’t.
Nurse: Ever thought about using your cane on the proper side?
House: Yeah, that's the issue. Friday night, my cane suddenly noticed it was on the wrong side.
