Thirteen: What the hell is this?
Dr. Gregory House: Looks like an envelope with the results for the genetic test for Huntington's inside.
Thirteen: Did you look?
Dr. Gregory House: Thought it would be fun to find out together.
Thirteen: I don't want to know.
Dr. Gregory House: No, you're afraid to know
Thirteen: I might die. So could you. You could get hit by a bus tomorrow, the only difference is you don't have to know about it today, so why should I?
Dr. Gregory House: I don't have to know the lottery numbers, but if someone offered them to me I'd take them.
Thirteen: You spend your whole life looking for answers, because you think the next answer will change something, maybe make you a little less miserable. And you know that when you run out of questions you don't just run out of answers, you run out of hope. You glad you know that?
Dr. Gregory House: I need you to bring me the thong of Lisa Cuddy.
[applicants stare at him in disbelief]
Dr. Gregory House: No kidding. Thong. Cuddy. Go!
[applicants reluctantly walk away, looking at Foreman as if waiting for approval]
Dr. Eric Foreman: That's how I got hired.
Dr. Gregory House: Ladies and Gentlemen! I have nothing in my hands, nothing up my sleeve. I do have something in my pants, but that's not going to help with this particular trick.
Dr. Gregory House: [to Cole] You have to leave work by 6pm, but you have time for man dates?
Dr. Gregory House: Would've been more impressive if he predicted he wasn't gonna die. 'Course, that takes longer.
Dr. Gregory House: I noticed a trend: if no one does anything, sick people often get sicker.
Dr. Gregory House: You eat a lot of beets. You have an electric toothbrush, and you sleep less than six hours a night.
Flynn: That's impressive.
Dr. Gregory House: The red betanin from the beets stains the plaque deposits on your teeth, which are then swirled by your spinning toothbrush. Your heavy lids and your prematurely aging skin tell me that you're carrying a major sleep debt.
Flynn: That was way cooler before you explained it.
Dr. Lawrence Kutner: No valvular regurgitation. No wall-motion abnormalities. No structural defects.
Flynn: If you didn't sound so despondent, I'd say that's good news.
Thirteen: It is for you. Not for him. Notice any heaviness in your legs over the last couple days?
Flynn: [to Kutner] Why isn't it good news for you?
Thirteen: Because if there's nothing wrong with you, he gets fired.
Dr. Lawrence Kutner: Somewhat seriously. Your legs?
Flynn: A fungus in my lungs? How would I even get something like that?
Dr. Lawrence Kutner: Right now it's just a theory. We don't even know if it's...
Flynn: Gah, I knew I shouldn't have done those mushrooms in college.
Dr. Lawrence Kutner: I'm sure there's no connection.
Flynn: It was a joke. You really lose your sense of humor when your job's on the line, hm?
Dr. Lawrence Kutner: Sorry. Most dying people don't really like to...
[Flynn glares at him]
Dr. Lawrence Kutner: ... not that you're dying.
Flynn: But a little sick would be perfect, right?