Guardian Angel (Quotes)
Originally aired on October 23, 2007.
House: That is just great.
Dobson: What is?
Taub: Which one of us is?
House: Both of you. Together. Fighting. Passionate to prove the other wrong. Couldn't care less about the patient, but it all works out the same.
Amber: I hate Thirteen.
House: Not as productively.
Amber: Sorry I'm late.
Taub: Where the hell have you been.
Amber: Oh, I got lost.
Kutner: Been here over three hours.
Amber: Really lost.
Cuddy: (Speaking to Foreman). You're House Lite now. The only administrator that will touch you is the one who hired House Classic.
House: There are seven of you and only six roses.
Kutner: Those are peonies... (House stares at him) but I'm sure they're part of the rose family.
Wilson: You’re quite impressed with yourself right now, aren’t you?
House: Who wouldn’t be?
Cameron: (She has won a bet). Cash will be fine.
House: I bet you say that to all the guys.
House: (Speaking to fellows over the phone from his office). Good morning, angels. As you will see from the file, we have quite the interesting case. Not often you get a patient who sees dead people.
Kutner: What file?
House: What the hell? I gave it to Bosley a half hour ago.
Cameron: (Now in House's office). It was not a half hour, it was ten minutes and he made copies of the ER records first. (Hands coffee to House).
House: Less lip, more whip. I only agreed to take this case because you said that this mocha frappalicious would have whip on it.
Cameron: Fine, I'll refer the case to Foreman.
House: Can't. Mercy fired him.
Cameron:He got fired?
House: Disobeyed his superior officer under fire. He's lucky he wasn't executed.
Cameron: How do you know about it? Are you keeping tabs on him?
House: Girls talk.
House: I'm a jerk to everyone. Best way to protect yourself from lawsuits.
House: Don't think of it as digging up a body, think of it as keeping another one from getting buried.
House: Dark religious nut?
Cole: What did you call me?
House: I'm sorry. What do you want to be called this week?
Cole: Cole.
House: Well, I'm never going to remember that. Take Bosley and the other visible minorities to the funeral home. The rest of you young, white people - the world is your oyster. An MRI with contrast, EEG, LP and blood panel. And angels, be careful.
Taub: Why does he get to be Bosley?
Kutner: You want to be Bosley? Bosley’s like the asexual messenger boy.
Taub: Shouldn’t we be running?
Kutner: If it’s a cop, run. Security guard, I say we take him down.
House: Idiot! From the old French, ed-i-ot. Meaning effeminate, mentally deficient Moor.
Cole: Ethanol could have psychoactive effects-
House: Bosley, tell whoever's talking that he's an idiot.
(Dobson stands up, but hesitates).
House: Bosley, either tell him he's an idiot or tell me why I'm wrong.
Dobson: You're an idiot.
House: You guys don't wipe your feet when you come in the house? (Gives Taub a mop). Doctors' lounge, let's go.
Taub: Why me?
House: Well, I can't ask the black guy or one of the chicks to do it - it'd be insensitive.
Cameron: (Speaking about Cole). Just because he's religious, doesn't mean he won't kick your a**.
House: You wanna bet?
Cameron: No, I want you to stop being such a jerk to him.
House: One hundred dollars.
(Cameron steps back).
House: Smart call. That guy's a wuss. He'll be the next one on the train.
Cameron: Define "kick your a**".
House: Any physical confrontation-
Cameron: Or verbal.
House: Define "verbal".
Cameron: Anything over 70 decibels. And you can't start suddenly being nice to him!
House: You realize what you're encouraging here?
Cameron: Yeah, someone kicking your a**.
Amber: Dr. Cuddy, I'm Amber Volakis, one of Dr. House's new fellows.
Cuddy: Sexual harassment claims go through HR, stress related leaves through workman's comp and any accusations of criminal activities go directly to Princeton-Plainsborough's police department.
Cuddy: The doctor's lounge is covered in mud.
House: Thirteen and Cutthroat B**** were having a disagreement and the cafeteria was out of jello.
Cuddy: There were pickaxes. Either you had them dig up a body or you're building a railroad.
House: Big Love, have I humiliated you in the last half hour?
Cole: No.
House: Check your e-mail.
Cuddy: How many of them agreed to dig up a grave?
House: Six. But don't worry, the one who didn't didn't stand on principle. He just had a diaper to change. I really think there are no bad choices in this group.
House: That is just great.
Dobson: What is?
Taub: Which one of us is?
House: Both of you. Together. Fighting. Passionate to prove the other wrong. Couldn't care less about the patient, but it all works out the same.
Amber: I hate Thirteen.
House: Not as productively.
Amber: Sorry I'm late.
Taub: Where the hell have you been.
Amber: Oh, I got lost.
Kutner: Been here over three hours.
Amber: Really lost.
Cuddy: (Speaking to Foreman). You're House Lite now. The only administrator that will touch you is the one who hired House Classic.
House: There are seven of you and only six roses.
Kutner: Those are peonies... (House stares at him) but I'm sure they're part of the rose family.
Wilson: You’re quite impressed with yourself right now, aren’t you?
House: Who wouldn’t be?
Cameron: (She has won a bet). Cash will be fine.
House: I bet you say that to all the guys.
House: (Speaking to fellows over the phone from his office). Good morning, angels. As you will see from the file, we have quite the interesting case. Not often you get a patient who sees dead people.
Kutner: What file?
House: What the hell? I gave it to Bosley a half hour ago.
Cameron: (Now in House's office). It was not a half hour, it was ten minutes and he made copies of the ER records first. (Hands coffee to House).
House: Less lip, more whip. I only agreed to take this case because you said that this mocha frappalicious would have whip on it.
Cameron: Fine, I'll refer the case to Foreman.
House: Can't. Mercy fired him.
Cameron:He got fired?
House: Disobeyed his superior officer under fire. He's lucky he wasn't executed.
Cameron: How do you know about it? Are you keeping tabs on him?
House: Girls talk.
House: I'm a jerk to everyone. Best way to protect yourself from lawsuits.
House: Don't think of it as digging up a body, think of it as keeping another one from getting buried.
House: Dark religious nut?
Cole: What did you call me?
House: I'm sorry. What do you want to be called this week?
Cole: Cole.
House: Well, I'm never going to remember that. Take Bosley and the other visible minorities to the funeral home. The rest of you young, white people - the world is your oyster. An MRI with contrast, EEG, LP and blood panel. And angels, be careful.
Taub: Why does he get to be Bosley?
Kutner: You want to be Bosley? Bosley’s like the asexual messenger boy.
Taub: Shouldn’t we be running?
Kutner: If it’s a cop, run. Security guard, I say we take him down.
House: Idiot! From the old French, ed-i-ot. Meaning effeminate, mentally deficient Moor.
Cole: Ethanol could have psychoactive effects-
House: Bosley, tell whoever's talking that he's an idiot.
(Dobson stands up, but hesitates).
House: Bosley, either tell him he's an idiot or tell me why I'm wrong.
Dobson: You're an idiot.
House: You guys don't wipe your feet when you come in the house? (Gives Taub a mop). Doctors' lounge, let's go.
Taub: Why me?
House: Well, I can't ask the black guy or one of the chicks to do it - it'd be insensitive.
Cameron: (Speaking about Cole). Just because he's religious, doesn't mean he won't kick your a**.
House: You wanna bet?
Cameron: No, I want you to stop being such a jerk to him.
House: One hundred dollars.
(Cameron steps back).
House: Smart call. That guy's a wuss. He'll be the next one on the train.
Cameron: Define "kick your a**".
House: Any physical confrontation-
Cameron: Or verbal.
House: Define "verbal".
Cameron: Anything over 70 decibels. And you can't start suddenly being nice to him!
House: You realize what you're encouraging here?
Cameron: Yeah, someone kicking your a**.
Amber: Dr. Cuddy, I'm Amber Volakis, one of Dr. House's new fellows.
Cuddy: Sexual harassment claims go through HR, stress related leaves through workman's comp and any accusations of criminal activities go directly to Princeton-Plainsborough's police department.
Cuddy: The doctor's lounge is covered in mud.
House: Thirteen and Cutthroat B**** were having a disagreement and the cafeteria was out of jello.
Cuddy: There were pickaxes. Either you had them dig up a body or you're building a railroad.
House: Big Love, have I humiliated you in the last half hour?
Cole: No.
House: Check your e-mail.
Cuddy: How many of them agreed to dig up a grave?
House: Six. But don't worry, the one who didn't didn't stand on principle. He just had a diaper to change. I really think there are no bad choices in this group.
