Dr. Wilson: I love my wife.Dr. Gregory House: You certainly love saying it.
I will talk no more of books or the long war / But walk by the dry thorn until I have found/ Some beggar sheltering from the wind, and there/ Manage the talk until her name come round./ If there be rags enough he will know her name/ And be well pleased remembering it, for in the old days/ Though she had young men's praise and old men's blame/ Among the poor both the old and young gave her praise.
I don't care right now that you lied to me. I want you to stay alive.
Dr. Gregory House: Admit it - you're curious why I want to make her angry.Dr. James Wilson: I'm sure it's convoluted, wrong, and stupid.