Mauwee 26, femme. day dreamer, hardcore shipper and a broke ass bish. I have a soft spot for villains, anti-heroes, lovable assholes & sassy head bitches in charge. FYI, Regina Mills is my hero. I also have a thing for long-haired guys and facial hairs. & PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE FOLLOWING.
House: You asked me, how I’d hurt my leg. I had a blood clot, and the muscle was dying, And they had all these doctors telling me I should amputate and I said no. And they did this very risky operation I almost died.
Hanna: But it saved your leg.
House: I wish I hadn’t. They cut out a chunk of muscle about the size of my fist and they left me with this mutilated, useless thing. And I’m in pain every day. And It changed me. It made me a harder person, a worse person. And now… now I’m alone. You don’t want to be like me. You got a husband who loves you, you got friends, you’ll gonna start a family. You have a life… and this is just a leg.
Cuddy: You wanna grab a bite to eat? House: So Wilson got to you too? Cuddy: No this is just me. House: Lucas? Cuddy: Working late.. I’m buying~ House: Not that hungry. Cuddy: Okay… I just want us to be friends. House: Funny. That’s the last thing I want us to be.
Wilson: If you want her, ask her out. House: My God man, she’s not some floozy in a bar. She’s the floozy I work for. Gotta be no radical steps here. Gonna be subtle. We *happen* to attend the same party. Chat *happens* to turn personal. Wilson: The frog in gradually boiling water? House: Exactly. She’ll be red and delicious before you know it.