Dr. House: My best friend is trying to kill himself.
Dr. Adams: He just wants to die with a little dignity.
Dr. House: There's no such thing.

Dr. House: I made a reservation for two at Carmine's. Tonight. Eight o'clock. No more tricks. No more manipulations.
Dr. Wilson: Said Machiavelli.
Dr. House: Just... two friends enjoying the time they have left.
Dr. Wilson: Please, don't...
Dr. House: I'm not. Promise.
Dr. Wilson: Just dinner?
Dr. House: That depends on how much you have to drink.

Dr. House: I need you, okay? I want you to be around as long as possible. 'Cause I don't know what I'm gonna do without you.
Dr. Wilson: No. No. Don't do that. I don't owe you anything. Our entire relationship has been about you. My dying is about me.

Dr. House: You don't just have to accept it.
Dr. Wilson: Yes, I do have to accept this. I have five months to live and you're making me go through this alone! I'm pissed because I'm dying, and it's not fair. And I need... I need a friend. I need to know that you're there. I need... I need you to tell me that my life... was worthwhile, and I... I need you to tell me that you love me.
Dr. House: No. I'm not gonna tell you that unless you fight.

Dr. Taub: You're being an ass.
Dr. House: I just cured a patient. How 'bout you?
Dr. Taub: You can't just give up on Wilson. You know he needs you. You know he's making an impossible choice. He just doesn't want to live in pain.
Dr. House: Live is pain! I wake up every morning, I'm in pain! I go to work in pain. You know how many times I wanted to just give up? How many times I thought about ending it?