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1958
Housisms for episode Who's Your Daddy?:
A 16-year-old Hurricane Katrina victim suffering from hallucinations as a result of the tragedy is brought to House by his former bandmate who recently found out the girl is his daughter. Although House fears his friend is being scammed, he takes the case. As he works his way through the girl's lies so he can diagnose and treat her, he's forced to tell a few lies of his own.
House: Here is how to become a great artist: First, get miserable. Misery drives you to become a great artist, but the art does nothing for your misery, which drives you to drugs, which makes you a lousy artist!
Dr. Wilson: I find it very comforting, you defending a man you haven't seen in years, to know my friend, no matter what, will always be my champion, my protector.
House: I'm not protecting him, I'm smacking her.
Dr. Wilson: The modesty of a true hero!
House: Push me and I'll let her die, just so you'll stop annoying me.
House: How does somebody who believes absolutely anything become a non-fiction writer?
Crandall: And I'm her father.
House: Hmm. Yeah, she looks just like you. Got the same 'fro.
Crandall: I wrote a book about Baker. Hung out with him. And his daughter.
House: That is how babies are made.
House: Do I know you?
Crandall: C'mon, it's me, Crandall.
House: Doesn't ring a bell.
Crandall: I can't believe...
House: Unless you mean Dylan Crandall, the man who'll believe anything. Because I just made you believe...
Dr. Cameron: I can handle a simple consent form.
House: Okay, I'll be Crandall. "Dr. Cameron..."
Dr. Foreman: House, from what you say this guy will trust you...
House: Are you in this scene? Go.
Dr. Cameron: I need to talk to you about a procedure we'd like to do on Leona.
House: "Like to do"? Is this fun for you?
Dr. Cameron: He's not you. He's not going to mock me.
House: Stay in character. "I'm so scared; hold me."
House: Donor 1284 likes square dancing. No one likes square dancing.
Dr. Cuddy: You didn't tell anyone else what I'm doing?
House: Not a soul.
Dr. Cuddy: Wilson? Cameron? Maybe you mentioned it to her.
House: No, I'm really a good secret-keeper. Never told anyone that Wilson wets his bed. Oh, you tricked me.
Dr. Wilson: You didn't run the test?
House: Said I wouldn't.
Dr. Wilson: Okay, so either you lied, or he has pictures of you being nice.
Dr. Cameron: She's a Katrina victim.
House: She's better than Crandall. He's a Katrina victim victim.
House: Pretentiousness is hereditary. Just because they haven't found the gene yet...
Crandall: If our friendship means anything to you...
House: Do you know anything about me at all?
House: Don't try to talk. You've got a big medical thing in your mouth.
House: That black ooze we saw, that was a bowel movement. Out of her mouth.
Wilson: (eating his chicken mole) You're trying to end this conversation by grossing me out? I'm an oncologist. Half my patients have their skin sloughing off.
House: So, what is she, Foreman? A light-skinned black chick or dark-skinned white chick?
Crandall: Heard about your leg.
House: Yeah, pulled my hamstring playing Twister. Just gonna walk it off.
House: (on answering machine) You've reached a number that has been disconnected and is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, go with it, hang up, on three. One, two...*beep*
Dr. Cuddy: House, pick up. I know it's your day off. And you've no doubt got lots of exciting plans, but I've got a case.
Dr. Cuddy: Need you. Now.
House: (in a deep voice) Yes, Mistress.
Chase: Her heart's fragile after that last attack! The chances of tachycardia are...
House: You have my permission to blame Foreman in any negligence trial.
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