Monday

[hughville]

Wilson: You could have died.

House: It worked. Where are my pants?

Wilson: Are you sure?

House: She’s been everywhere I’ve been for days. She’s not here, ergo…

Wilson: This was not the next rational step.

House: Now who’s being biased? You wanted me to detox as much as I wanted… Forgot how to do my zipper.

Wilson: Any other neurological deficit?

House: You don’t seem to annoy me as usual. I’m not sure that’s a deficit. [zips pants] And, I’m all better.

[Wilson puts his hands on House’s shoulders and pushes him firmly back down. He takes out a flashlight and checks House’s eyes.]

Wilson: Is she really gone?

House: Absolutely. I can feel myself repressing all kinds of icky things. I check out, don’t I?

Under My Skin, S5