Dr. Cuddy: Thirty-seven-year-old male with recurring blackouts.
Dr. House: Tell him to switch from tequila to bourbon, worked for me.
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Dr. House: Where are you meeting her?
Dr. Cuddy: In a little place called “Follow me and your urologist will be buying a new yacht.”
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Dr. Cuddy: Why do you even care? It’s not like I’m ever going to ask you to babysit.
House: I’m a humanitarian.
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Sadie: Are you crazy, bitch?
Dr. Hadley: No, I’m just a bitch who knows what she wants.
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Dr. House: I need your advice.
Dr. Wilson: It’s not cancer.
Dr. House: Wow!! Can you remove spleens with your mind too?
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Dr. House: Why the hell haven’t you come to talk to me about Cuddy? I’ve been doing all sorts of insane stuff.
Dr. Wilson: If she can’t handle your insane stuff, she can’t handle a baby.
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Dr. House: Guy’s bleeding out of his pores. What does that tell us? Other than that you don’t want to play basketball against him and he’s dying?
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Becca: Who’s that?
Dr. Chase: Dr. Gregory House. He’s the one you’ll be suing when you develop sepsis.
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Dr. Cuddy: Stop pressuring her.
Dr. House: Sorry. Daddy’s perfectly healthy, but we want you to give him a kidney anyway because it’d be cool if he had three.
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Dr. House: I need a genetic disease.
Dr. Wilson: I’m sure you’re carrying a few.
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Dr. Wilson: I’ve just given you the answer, haven’t I? And now you’re going to walk out of here without saying a word.
House: (as he walks out) Nope!
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