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Wilson: The brain has a gating mechanism for pain. Registers the most severe injury and blocks out the others. Did it work?
House: Well, my hand hurts like hell. Yeah, I feel much better.
Wilson: Huh.
House: Don’t splint it. I want to be able to bang it against the wall if I need to administer another dose. Just… tape it up.
Detox, S1
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Wilson: Oh. [sounding perturbed] You followed me?
House: No. You were wearing rain boots today, but you were parked in the underground garage, so the only reason you’d need boots was if you were hitting the streets… I followed you.
Wilson: Didn’t we have a conversation about friendship?
House: Yeah. I had some follow up questions. I’ve met your parents, and your brother –
Wilson: I have two brothers.
House: Why wouldn’t you tell me –
Wilson: It was irrelevant.
House: Why not?
Wilson: Because he’s not in my life any more.
House: Well, that’s relevant.
Wilson: [draws breath] This was the last place I saw him, nine years ago. I don’t even know if he’s alive.
Histories, S1
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House: What do you think he meant by "anything"?
Wilson: Take some time for yourself. Relax.
[They are face-down on massage tables in the middle of the room. Two female masseuses are working on them.]
House: I know it's a figure of speech, to underline the "anything."
Wilson: Maybe talk to someone?
House: Already scheduled.
Wilson: [turns his head to look at House] Really?
House: [looks at Wilson] I'm not an idiot. I know I need help.
Wilson: Okay. That's… great. [pause] I meant, like, a counselor.
House: I know.
Wilson: But you meant a hooker.
House: Yeah. Baby steps.
Out Of The Chute, S7
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Wilson: With a patient.
House: Is she dying?
Wilson: No.
House: Then she can wait.
Wilson: Would you excuse me, just 2 minutes.
House: If only she’d been molested then we’d have something to go on. [He tries to open a jar of mentholatum] No forced entry.
Wilson: One hallucination; maybe it was just bad pork, maybe there’s nothing…
House: She’s not fine. Her sat percentage dropped another point.
[He keeps struggling with the jar]
Wilson: Which could suggest a tumor in her lung.
House: Lung wouldn’t explain the hallucination. CT scan showed both lungs were clean, which means there’s a tumor in her heart.
Wilson: Not a chance. Give me that.
[Wilson opens the jar]
House: I loosened it.
Wilson: I opened it. We’ve got an MRI and an echo of her heart, there’s nothing there.
House: Give me one other explanation for low oxygen saturation.
Wilson: I can’t. There’s only one condition that simultaneously affects the heart and the brain but she…
House: Perfect let’s go with that.
Wilson: Tuberous Sclerosis in a kid that also has Alveolar Rhabdomyosarcoma. Two different unrelated cancers at the same time is a statistical no no.
House: What’s the rate of cancer in the general population? 1 in 10,000?
Wilson: Don’t, don’t start with the numbers.
House: The way I figure it 1 in 10,000 of them should have another cancer. Little girl won the lottery twice. It happens.
Wilson: So you’re gonna cut her open?
House: Exploratory surgery, gotta find this thing.
Wilson: You’re just going to grope around inside an immunocompromised nine year old? She could die on the table.
House: I know it's somewhere near the heart.
Wilson: House, you’ve gotta do better than that.
Autopsy, S2
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Wilson : Pupils are normal. Pulse is normal.
House : Better than that. They're both totally awesome. I'm not on drugs.
Wilson : So... why did you lie about Cuddy?
House : To make a point. Probably something to do with shutting you up. It's my go-to idea.
Wilson : You do seem okay. You want me to stick around? I could do my usual thing of pretending I like watching monster truck rallies, if that would make you feel better.
House : No. You go.
Wilson : House... you could have died. You had a patient who did die in your arms. You shouldn't be alone.
House : I know. That's why I called a hooker. [hops down and escorts Wilson to the living room] Now, go away. 'Cause... you'll be extra.
Wilson : Are you really okay?
House : Are you gonna break in again? You checked my pulse. You checked my pupils. I'll mail you the urine sample.
Now What?, S7