Cameron: "A spot on an x-ray doesn't necessarily mean that she's terminal."
House: "I love children. So filled with hope."
House: "Well, I don't want to say anything bad about another doctor, especially a useless drunk."
Cuddy: "You're addicted to pain pills."
House: "But I'm not useless."
Cameron: "Black defendants are ten times more likely to get a death sentence than whites."
Foreman: "Doesn't mean we need to get rid of the death penalty, do we? It just means we need to kill more white people."
Wilson: "So does this guy have pictures of you being nice to him?"
House: "1-800-Dial-A-Wilson. "
House: "Who here doesn't have any health insurance? None? None at all? Michael Moore was right. MRI's, PET scans, neuro-psych tests and private rooms for these patients. Fight the power!"
House: "Someone's gonna be miserable sometime. Accept it. That's how I stay so happy."
House: "So now you've electrocuted yourself and set a patient on fire. I like the dedication."
Foreman: "What do you expect me to do, House? Quit? Cry?"
House: "Actually, I expect you to act like what you are - my employee, my subordinate ... my bitch."
House: "Wilson! How long can you go without sex?"
Wilson: "How long can you go without annoying people?"
Cuddy: "Teenage supermodel. Presented with double-vision, sudden aggressive behavior, cataplex."
House: "You had me at "teenage supermodel."
Wilson: "House, this is God."
House: "Look, I'm a little busy right now. Not supposed to talk during these things. Got time Thursday?"
Wilson: "Let me check. Oh! I got a plague. What about Friday?"
House: "You'll have to check with Cameron."
Wilson: "Oh! Damn it! She always wants to know why bad things happen. Like I'm gonna come up with a new answer this time."
Cuddy: "House..."
House: "Quick God, smite the evil witch!"
Cuddy: "Are you sitting on evidence that your patient was sexually abused by her father?"
House: "God, why have you forsaken me?"
Foreman: "You're addicted to conflict."
House: "[looking at his Vicodin] They changed the name?"
Wilson: "Now, why do you have a season pass to The New Yankee Workshop?"
House: "It's a complete moron working with power tools-- how much more suspenseful can you get?"
House: "Lungs, skin... skin, lungs... Sklungs?"
Cameron: "His brain is like a waiter that's got too many..."
House: "Hey! I do the metaphors!"
Cameron: "Could pain medication cause an orgasm?"
House: "I wish."
Cuddy: "You're actually talking about killing her."
House: "Just for a little while, I'll bring her right back."
Cuddy: "Oh, well, in that case go ahead. Why are we even talking?"
House: "Is it still illegal to perform an autopsy on a living person?"
Cuddy: "Are you high?"
House: "If it's Tuesday, I'm wasted."
Cuddy: "It's Wednesday."
Foreman: "Her oxygen saturation is normal."
House: "It's off by one percentage point."
Foreman: "It's within range. It's normal."
House: "If her DNA was off by one percentage point, she'd be a dolphin."
Cameron: "It's kind of a long shot."
House: "Yeah, but it's been over an hour since we poked the patient with something sharp. Get him a lumbar puncture."
Chase: "You were right."
House: "Now there went three wasted words."
Jeff: "I do straight blood doping.."
Cuddy: "Plot twist!"
House: "That's a very daring confession."
Manager: "We've got confidentiality, right?"
House: "Assuming I'm more ethical than your client."
House: "The air is keeping him from breathing air. Let's go with that for the irony."
Foreman: "Have you read his file?"
House: "I started, but I found the characters two-dimensional."
Chase: "Pre-World War II fluorescent bulbs contained large amounts of beryllium. Beryllium dust inflames the lungs, they get rigid, patient can't breathe. My father co-authored a paper on acute berylliosis."
House: "Phew! For a moment there I thought you were smart."
House: "You Jewish?"
Dr. Petra Gilmar: "Yeah."
House: "Is it true what they say about Jewish foreplay?"
Dr. Petra Gilmar: "Two hours of begging?"
House: "I heard four."
Dr. Petra Gilmar: "Well, actually I'm only half-Jewish."
Cuddy: "Just enlarged hylar lymph nodes."
House: "Tiny unicorns goring his bronchial tubes would be cooler."
House: "You want to know how two chemicals interact. Do you ask them? No, they're going to lie through their lying little chemical teeth. Throw them in a beaker and apply heat."
Chase: "How would you feel if I interfered in your personal life?"
House: "I'd hate it. That's why I cleverly have no personal life. "
House: "I love children. So filled with hope."
House: "Well, I don't want to say anything bad about another doctor, especially a useless drunk."
Cuddy: "You're addicted to pain pills."
House: "But I'm not useless."
Cameron: "Black defendants are ten times more likely to get a death sentence than whites."
Foreman: "Doesn't mean we need to get rid of the death penalty, do we? It just means we need to kill more white people."
Wilson: "So does this guy have pictures of you being nice to him?"
House: "1-800-Dial-A-Wilson. "
House: "Who here doesn't have any health insurance? None? None at all? Michael Moore was right. MRI's, PET scans, neuro-psych tests and private rooms for these patients. Fight the power!"
House: "Someone's gonna be miserable sometime. Accept it. That's how I stay so happy."
House: "So now you've electrocuted yourself and set a patient on fire. I like the dedication."
Foreman: "What do you expect me to do, House? Quit? Cry?"
House: "Actually, I expect you to act like what you are - my employee, my subordinate ... my bitch."
House: "Wilson! How long can you go without sex?"
Wilson: "How long can you go without annoying people?"
Cuddy: "Teenage supermodel. Presented with double-vision, sudden aggressive behavior, cataplex."
House: "You had me at "teenage supermodel."
Wilson: "House, this is God."
House: "Look, I'm a little busy right now. Not supposed to talk during these things. Got time Thursday?"
Wilson: "Let me check. Oh! I got a plague. What about Friday?"
House: "You'll have to check with Cameron."
Wilson: "Oh! Damn it! She always wants to know why bad things happen. Like I'm gonna come up with a new answer this time."
Cuddy: "House..."
House: "Quick God, smite the evil witch!"
Cuddy: "Are you sitting on evidence that your patient was sexually abused by her father?"
House: "God, why have you forsaken me?"
Foreman: "You're addicted to conflict."
House: "[looking at his Vicodin] They changed the name?"
Wilson: "Now, why do you have a season pass to The New Yankee Workshop?"
House: "It's a complete moron working with power tools-- how much more suspenseful can you get?"
House: "Lungs, skin... skin, lungs... Sklungs?"
Cameron: "His brain is like a waiter that's got too many..."
House: "Hey! I do the metaphors!"
Cameron: "Could pain medication cause an orgasm?"
House: "I wish."
Cuddy: "You're actually talking about killing her."
House: "Just for a little while, I'll bring her right back."
Cuddy: "Oh, well, in that case go ahead. Why are we even talking?"
House: "Is it still illegal to perform an autopsy on a living person?"
Cuddy: "Are you high?"
House: "If it's Tuesday, I'm wasted."
Cuddy: "It's Wednesday."
Foreman: "Her oxygen saturation is normal."
House: "It's off by one percentage point."
Foreman: "It's within range. It's normal."
House: "If her DNA was off by one percentage point, she'd be a dolphin."
Cameron: "It's kind of a long shot."
House: "Yeah, but it's been over an hour since we poked the patient with something sharp. Get him a lumbar puncture."
Chase: "You were right."
House: "Now there went three wasted words."
Jeff: "I do straight blood doping.."
Cuddy: "Plot twist!"
House: "That's a very daring confession."
Manager: "We've got confidentiality, right?"
House: "Assuming I'm more ethical than your client."
House: "The air is keeping him from breathing air. Let's go with that for the irony."
Foreman: "Have you read his file?"
House: "I started, but I found the characters two-dimensional."
Chase: "Pre-World War II fluorescent bulbs contained large amounts of beryllium. Beryllium dust inflames the lungs, they get rigid, patient can't breathe. My father co-authored a paper on acute berylliosis."
House: "Phew! For a moment there I thought you were smart."
House: "You Jewish?"
Dr. Petra Gilmar: "Yeah."
House: "Is it true what they say about Jewish foreplay?"
Dr. Petra Gilmar: "Two hours of begging?"
House: "I heard four."
Dr. Petra Gilmar: "Well, actually I'm only half-Jewish."
Cuddy: "Just enlarged hylar lymph nodes."
House: "Tiny unicorns goring his bronchial tubes would be cooler."
House: "You want to know how two chemicals interact. Do you ask them? No, they're going to lie through their lying little chemical teeth. Throw them in a beaker and apply heat."
Chase: "How would you feel if I interfered in your personal life?"
House: "I'd hate it. That's why I cleverly have no personal life. "
Prince Zuko:
You're just a child!
Aang: Well, you're just a teenager.
Katara: Sokka, you're a genius!
Aang: How is Sokka a genius? His plan didn't even work.
Sokka: Come on, Aang. Let her dream.
Katara: You're right. Sokka's plan didn't work. But it looks like it did.
Aang: Did the definition of "genius" change in the last hundred years?
Sokka: I'm just a guy... with a boomerang... I didn't ask for the flying... and magic...
Sokka: I'm too young to die!
Old Fisherman: I'm not but I still don't wanna!
Sokka: [delirious because of illness] You know what I like about Appa? His sense of humor!
Katara: [softly] That's nice. I'll be sure to tell him that.
[Appa groans]
Sokka: [laughs] Classic Appa!
Prince Zuko: How stupid do you think I am?
Sokka: Pretty stupid.
Katara: Are you saying I'm a liar?
Sokka: No. I'm saying you're an optimist. Same thing really.
Villager: Aunt Wu reads from the clouds whether or not our village will be destroyed by the volcano.
Aang: Hey, that cloud looks like a fluffy bunny!
Villager: You'd better hope that's not it. The fluffy bunny cloud symbolizes death and destruction.
Sokka: Can you even *hear* yourself?
Young Azula: [to Zuko; singsong voice] Dad's going to kill you!
[normal tone]
Young Azula: Really, he is.
Sokka: Aang, this is my friend Foo-Foo Cuddly-Poops. Foo-Foo Cuddly-Poops, Aang.
Ty Lee: They're not wads... they're more like bundles... bunches? It has an 'uh' sound...
Mai: Clumps?
Ty Lee: Clumps! They're clumps!
[hugs Mai]
Won Shi Tong: [to Katara] Your Water Bending won't do you much good here! I've studied Northern Water Style, Southern Water Style, even Foggy Swamp Style!
Sokka: [drops from the ceiling and knocks him out with a heavy book] That's called Sokka Style! Learn it!
Sokka: [while hallucinating] Drink cactus juice! It'll quench ya!
[runs around]
Sokka: Nothing's quenchier!
[while doing 'the worm']
Sokka: It's the quenchiest!
Aang: Well, you're just a teenager.
Katara: Sokka, you're a genius!
Aang: How is Sokka a genius? His plan didn't even work.
Sokka: Come on, Aang. Let her dream.
Katara: You're right. Sokka's plan didn't work. But it looks like it did.
Aang: Did the definition of "genius" change in the last hundred years?
Sokka: I'm just a guy... with a boomerang... I didn't ask for the flying... and magic...
Sokka: I'm too young to die!
Old Fisherman: I'm not but I still don't wanna!
Sokka: [delirious because of illness] You know what I like about Appa? His sense of humor!
Katara: [softly] That's nice. I'll be sure to tell him that.
[Appa groans]
Sokka: [laughs] Classic Appa!
Prince Zuko: How stupid do you think I am?
Sokka: Pretty stupid.
Katara: Are you saying I'm a liar?
Sokka: No. I'm saying you're an optimist. Same thing really.
Villager: Aunt Wu reads from the clouds whether or not our village will be destroyed by the volcano.
Aang: Hey, that cloud looks like a fluffy bunny!
Villager: You'd better hope that's not it. The fluffy bunny cloud symbolizes death and destruction.
Sokka: Can you even *hear* yourself?
Young Azula: [to Zuko; singsong voice] Dad's going to kill you!
[normal tone]
Young Azula: Really, he is.
Sokka: Aang, this is my friend Foo-Foo Cuddly-Poops. Foo-Foo Cuddly-Poops, Aang.
Ty Lee: They're not wads... they're more like bundles... bunches? It has an 'uh' sound...
Mai: Clumps?
Ty Lee: Clumps! They're clumps!
[hugs Mai]
Won Shi Tong: [to Katara] Your Water Bending won't do you much good here! I've studied Northern Water Style, Southern Water Style, even Foggy Swamp Style!
Sokka: [drops from the ceiling and knocks him out with a heavy book] That's called Sokka Style! Learn it!
Sokka: [while hallucinating] Drink cactus juice! It'll quench ya!
[runs around]
Sokka: Nothing's quenchier!
[while doing 'the worm']
Sokka: It's the quenchiest!
