Originally aired September 5, 2006.

Cameron: You did something for which she is grateful, and you're embarrassed?
House: For you. She saw you coming up and thought you were a 14 year old boy. I set her straight.

House: (After executing a skateboard trick). Oh! I stuck that primo! How rad am I?!

Cuddy: Twenty four times a year you come storming into my office spouting that you can help someone. Except you never say those words. You say something like, "His pancreas is going to explode because his brain is on fire!

Cuddy: You ran here?
House: It's just eight miles.
Cuddy: Why did you?
House: Why does a dog lick it's workplace acceptable euphemism for testicles?
Wilson: Because he can.

House: Inject him with cortisol. He'll have sex with his wife again! He'll hug his kid again! Hopefully that's the combination he was using... be a shame if I cured a pedophile.

House: (Speaking to Cuddy). You're smiling. That's a bad sign.

House: Re-do every blood test he's ever had. Re-scan his head.
Cameron: No. He's been sick and suffering for eight years. I'm not going to help you make it worse. I'm not going to help you make it interesting.
House: That's okay. Foreman's better at that stuff than you are. We need five millimeter cuts.
Foreman: No.
(House and Cameron both look at Chase).
Chase: (Pause). How many millimeters?

Cameron: You're lucky he didn't die.
House: I'm lucky? He's the one who didn't die.