Resignation (Quotes)
Originally aired on May 8, 2007.
House: Aha! You yawned!
Wilson: Aha! You tried to kill me!
House: Depression manifests in lots of different ways. Some people can't get out of bed all day. Others have serial relationships and become oncologists.
House: What would you think of me hiring a nutritionist instead of a neurologist. They sound almost the same.
Wilson: I take it you’ve met a hot nutritionist.
House: Don’t cheapen this.
Chase: Why's Foreman quitting?
House: He wants to breed llamas.
(Foreman laughs at a joke that House tells).
Chase: You don't want to leave this job. Three years you've been here, you've never once laughed at anything he's said.
Foreman: Because I wasn't kissing his a**.
Chase: But now you are? No. Now you're nervous. Uncomfortable about your decision. It wasn't even that good a joke.
House: Oh crap.
Chase: Most of your jokes are excellent, I just meant in comparison.
House: Shut up.
House: You're cheating on Honey.
Patient: What? No! I'm not.
House: Yes, you are.
Honey: It's OK. I get it.
House: I was gonna say "relax", but oddly enough you seem pretty relaxed already.
Honey: You're accomplished. You're funny. You can have whatever you want. Women are gonna-
House: He's not cheating with another woman. He's cheating with another food group.
Honey: What?
House: His floaters float, because they are full of fat. Probably had a big cheeseburger for lunch.
Honey: You're eating flesh?
Patient: It's just a hamburger. Not all the time.
Honey: You're disgusting.
Patient: Soy tastes like cardboard. Unsalted cardboard.
House: I'm accomplished. I'm funny. Can I have whatever I want?
(House's team is busy when Cuddy breaks them up to ask House and Foreman into her office for a meeting).
Cameron: What's going on?
House: Feel free to speculate among yourselves.
(Once they are in her office, Cuddy turns discussion to Foreman's resignation).
Cuddy: Are you sure?
Foreman: Yeah.
Cuddy: Why?
House: He's afraid of turning into me.
Cuddy: Well, that's a good enough reason. Sign here. (After he signs the resignation papers). Good luck.
Foreman: Thank you.
House: That's it? You're not going to tell him that we're a family and families don't abandon each other?
Cuddy: You want me to?
House: No.
Cuddy: Would it make any difference?
Foreman: No.
Cuddy: Good luck, Dr. Foreman.
(Cuddy hugs Foreman while Cameron and Chase have watched this whole thing unfold, but have been unable to hear anything. House and Foreman now return to them).
House: So, where were we? The speculation. The palace intrigue. The rising self doubts. Did Foreman get a promotion?
Foreman: I resigned.
Cameron: What?
House: Personally, I can't believe I've had the same three employees for three years.
Chase: Patient could have a heart problem.
House: Yes. Life goes on. Look at the eager beaver combing his hair."
Wilson: You don't want to end up like you.
House: Good point. Can I resign?
House: I'm on anti-depressants 'cause a doctor friend of mine thinks I'm miserable. I don't like them. They make me feel hazy. I eat meat. I like drugs. And I'm not always faithful to the women I date.
Honey: You don't seem depressed.
House: You do realize you just skipped over several deep character flaws that most women would run screaming from.
Honey: You told the truth.
House: Yeah. I don't always do that either.
Honey: Well, how miserable can you be saving lives, sleeping around and doing drugs?
House: Were you on the debating team in high school?
Wilson: He (House) wants you to stay!
Foreman: He said that?
Wilson: If I say he said that, would that make a difference?
House: (Speaking about a patient's immune system). Maybe it fought for a while and after a couple of rounds it gave up.
Chase: Why would it give up?
House: Maybe it's name is Foreman.
Wilson: You could try bargaining with him (Foreman) - give him a raise.
House: How much do you think it would cost to make him want to be like me?
Wilson: How did you walk with the cane and two coffees?
House: Why are you suspicious?
Wilson: 'Cause it's either that or accept the fact that you've done something nice. Then I have to deal with the Horsemen, the Rain of Fire and the End of Days.
House: You think I spat in yours?
Wilson: Or worse.
Chase: So, why are you leaving. Or is it just some sort of power play?
Foreman: You can have my parking space and my locker.
Chase: Is it about House?
Foreman: Let me get all sensitive and confide in you.
Chase: Why wouldn't you want to tell me?
Foreman: I don't like you. Never have, never will. You want me to share some more?
Chase: Even if you do hate me, if you found another job, you'd tell me. If House did something to drive you out of here, you'd tell me. The fact that you won't tell me means that whatever the real reason is, you're ashamed of it.
Foreman: You're happy about this.
Cameron: She's going to die.
House: That's not my fault. She was gonna die anyway. Now, thanks to me, at least she'll know why.
Chase: I'm sure you'll see that gratitude in her eyes when you tell her.
House: My patient's about to have a heart attack. It's going to be massive.
Cuddy: That's too bad, because I’ve got tickets to a stroke on the third floor.
House: No one writes tamoxifen like you.
Wilson: Well, I use a G.
Chase: Labs indicated minute traces of blood.
House: You can't ignore the blood because it's a minority - can we, Foreman?
Kyle: It’s about my bowel movements.
House: What isn’t these days?
Chase: Addie has goosebumps.
Foreman: Oh, no recovering from those babies.
House: I was about to examine her boyfriend’s rectum.
Wilson: You asked for a date while your finger was in her boyfriend.
House: Got a number.
(House is asking Wilson about him being on anti-depressants).
Wilson: It's personal.
House: How long's it been personal?
Wilson: It's personal.
House: The yawning's recent so either you just started or you changed prescription.
Wilson: This is why I take them.
House: They're anti-depressants, not anti-annoyanceants.
Wilson: (On speed). You know he wants you, you know he's good, you know he can make you good. I don't know what I'm saying. You don't... I don't... you know what I'm saying and you know I'm right. I gotta go.
House: Aha! You yawned!
Wilson: Aha! You tried to kill me!
House: Depression manifests in lots of different ways. Some people can't get out of bed all day. Others have serial relationships and become oncologists.
House: What would you think of me hiring a nutritionist instead of a neurologist. They sound almost the same.
Wilson: I take it you’ve met a hot nutritionist.
House: Don’t cheapen this.
Chase: Why's Foreman quitting?
House: He wants to breed llamas.
(Foreman laughs at a joke that House tells).
Chase: You don't want to leave this job. Three years you've been here, you've never once laughed at anything he's said.
Foreman: Because I wasn't kissing his a**.
Chase: But now you are? No. Now you're nervous. Uncomfortable about your decision. It wasn't even that good a joke.
House: Oh crap.
Chase: Most of your jokes are excellent, I just meant in comparison.
House: Shut up.
House: You're cheating on Honey.
Patient: What? No! I'm not.
House: Yes, you are.
Honey: It's OK. I get it.
House: I was gonna say "relax", but oddly enough you seem pretty relaxed already.
Honey: You're accomplished. You're funny. You can have whatever you want. Women are gonna-
House: He's not cheating with another woman. He's cheating with another food group.
Honey: What?
House: His floaters float, because they are full of fat. Probably had a big cheeseburger for lunch.
Honey: You're eating flesh?
Patient: It's just a hamburger. Not all the time.
Honey: You're disgusting.
Patient: Soy tastes like cardboard. Unsalted cardboard.
House: I'm accomplished. I'm funny. Can I have whatever I want?
(House's team is busy when Cuddy breaks them up to ask House and Foreman into her office for a meeting).
Cameron: What's going on?
House: Feel free to speculate among yourselves.
(Once they are in her office, Cuddy turns discussion to Foreman's resignation).
Cuddy: Are you sure?
Foreman: Yeah.
Cuddy: Why?
House: He's afraid of turning into me.
Cuddy: Well, that's a good enough reason. Sign here. (After he signs the resignation papers). Good luck.
Foreman: Thank you.
House: That's it? You're not going to tell him that we're a family and families don't abandon each other?
Cuddy: You want me to?
House: No.
Cuddy: Would it make any difference?
Foreman: No.
Cuddy: Good luck, Dr. Foreman.
(Cuddy hugs Foreman while Cameron and Chase have watched this whole thing unfold, but have been unable to hear anything. House and Foreman now return to them).
House: So, where were we? The speculation. The palace intrigue. The rising self doubts. Did Foreman get a promotion?
Foreman: I resigned.
Cameron: What?
House: Personally, I can't believe I've had the same three employees for three years.
Chase: Patient could have a heart problem.
House: Yes. Life goes on. Look at the eager beaver combing his hair."
Wilson: You don't want to end up like you.
House: Good point. Can I resign?
House: I'm on anti-depressants 'cause a doctor friend of mine thinks I'm miserable. I don't like them. They make me feel hazy. I eat meat. I like drugs. And I'm not always faithful to the women I date.
Honey: You don't seem depressed.
House: You do realize you just skipped over several deep character flaws that most women would run screaming from.
Honey: You told the truth.
House: Yeah. I don't always do that either.
Honey: Well, how miserable can you be saving lives, sleeping around and doing drugs?
House: Were you on the debating team in high school?
Wilson: He (House) wants you to stay!
Foreman: He said that?
Wilson: If I say he said that, would that make a difference?
House: (Speaking about a patient's immune system). Maybe it fought for a while and after a couple of rounds it gave up.
Chase: Why would it give up?
House: Maybe it's name is Foreman.
Wilson: You could try bargaining with him (Foreman) - give him a raise.
House: How much do you think it would cost to make him want to be like me?
Wilson: How did you walk with the cane and two coffees?
House: Why are you suspicious?
Wilson: 'Cause it's either that or accept the fact that you've done something nice. Then I have to deal with the Horsemen, the Rain of Fire and the End of Days.
House: You think I spat in yours?
Wilson: Or worse.
Chase: So, why are you leaving. Or is it just some sort of power play?
Foreman: You can have my parking space and my locker.
Chase: Is it about House?
Foreman: Let me get all sensitive and confide in you.
Chase: Why wouldn't you want to tell me?
Foreman: I don't like you. Never have, never will. You want me to share some more?
Chase: Even if you do hate me, if you found another job, you'd tell me. If House did something to drive you out of here, you'd tell me. The fact that you won't tell me means that whatever the real reason is, you're ashamed of it.
Foreman: You're happy about this.
Cameron: She's going to die.
House: That's not my fault. She was gonna die anyway. Now, thanks to me, at least she'll know why.
Chase: I'm sure you'll see that gratitude in her eyes when you tell her.
House: My patient's about to have a heart attack. It's going to be massive.
Cuddy: That's too bad, because I’ve got tickets to a stroke on the third floor.
House: No one writes tamoxifen like you.
Wilson: Well, I use a G.
Chase: Labs indicated minute traces of blood.
House: You can't ignore the blood because it's a minority - can we, Foreman?
Kyle: It’s about my bowel movements.
House: What isn’t these days?
Chase: Addie has goosebumps.
Foreman: Oh, no recovering from those babies.
House: I was about to examine her boyfriend’s rectum.
Wilson: You asked for a date while your finger was in her boyfriend.
House: Got a number.
(House is asking Wilson about him being on anti-depressants).
Wilson: It's personal.
House: How long's it been personal?
Wilson: It's personal.
House: The yawning's recent so either you just started or you changed prescription.
Wilson: This is why I take them.
House: They're anti-depressants, not anti-annoyanceants.
Wilson: (On speed). You know he wants you, you know he's good, you know he can make you good. I don't know what I'm saying. You don't... I don't... you know what I'm saying and you know I'm right. I gotta go.
