Scott and Annie are having dinner when Scott throws a roll with his left hand at an obnoxious man at the next table. Scott doesn’t seem to notice he’s throwing anything, then complains that his food doesn’t taste spicy despite his wife’s observation that it is. The man from the next table comes over and accosts Scott, who dumps a glass of ice water on his crotch. Scott denies that it’s him and then collapses, a bloody tear dripping from one eye...Read the full recap
Dr. House: I slept with Cuddy. After she helped me detox from Vicodin. I've been clean for almost 24 hours now. (Wilson stares) Okay. Thought I'd mention it.
Dr. Wilson: Wow. Wow! One for each.
Dr. House: That's what she said. Ha.
Dr. Wilson: How's the pain.
Dr. House: She's probably got some bruising.
Dr. Wilson: Yeah, I get it. You're a stud.
Dr. Wilson: The other wow. You were sober. She was sober.
Dr. House: Clean and sober and hot.
Dr. Wilson: Wow! This is fantastic. How are you gonna screw it up?
Dr. Taub: What do you think of this glitch with Chase and Cameron's wedding?
Dr. Hadley: It's always a sad thing when sperm comes between people.
Dr. Wilson: Cuddy is not a Vicodin substitute.
Dr. House: Quite the opposite.
Dr. Wilson: You have to wait for her to be ready.
Dr. House: Great advice. You pretend that I'm gonna do that.
Dr. House: Admit it--you're curious why I want to make her angry.
Dr. Wilson: I'm sure it's convoluted, wrong, and stupid.
Dr. Wilson: Why is it always reasonable in Houseland to take an emotional problem and sidestep it by turning it into a mechanical problem?
Dr. House: Because in Houseland--and the rest of the universe, by the way--when a question presents itself, it calls for an answer.