

(sorry about size of photos; must be the computer. The fact that I'm on vicodin for my leg has nothing to do with it.)
Cuddy: "Is that Vicodin?"
House: "Breath mint. Thought you were going to kiss me.
"I asked you what two plus two equals and a day later you tell me, 'Not twenty-five.'"
Cuddy: "Is that Vicodin?"
House: "Anti-depressants. My Psychiatrist told me to take two when you come in the room."
"Can we forget my vices and get back to my virtues?"
"Is this an intervention? You're a little late, since I'm not doing drugs anymore.
I am, however, still hooked on phonics."
"Okay, fine. I'll father your child. But first you gotta write me a Vicodin prescription. Just so I can get through the foreplay."
"Everything's conditional. You just can't always anticipate the conditions."
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