dying of laughter

The House vs. Mrs. Taylor bit was pitch-perfect for both characters.

House looked like a cat caught in a rainstorm.

Wonderful

I picture her as being really in everyone's faces a lot...the sort of person you might dislike but feel bad for it, because what are you going to say? She was too enthusiastic? Took too much of an interest? And I'm not as hermity as House. And I know I've got a way with a dick joke.

I t heart erika. That is all.

Thank you...and you say that without looking at my funbags.(That was, incidentally, a new one on me and I thought I knew all the breast lexicon.)

“Sorry about that, Dr. House.” Jaye explained. “My mother can be a little Too Much. It’s just the little things. The stuff she does and the stuff she says.”

”Nothing’s wrong with your cognition, Ms. Tyler.” The doctor crossed to a little TV and turned it on.

”You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But you’re not the one being kept awake by singing stuffed anim...”

“Remind me to get some of what you’re on. It sounds nifty.
” “On? I’m not on anything...yes, there was a little herb at parties. Hey, I went to college. I’m not gonna lie. And I like a beer or five... But I’d never show up here all altered . I demand the respect accorded a woman in the throes of a neurological...thingie.”

”Ah, yes, Lancet ran a cover story on the rise of the neurological...thingie last week. One moment...” House took some blood, meanwhile not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Ow!” Jaye cried. “What was that for?” ”Tox screen,” House replied. “ But you passed my own personal test by not objecting. This is just to keep my boss off my ass.”

Jaye nodded.”Oh, look at what that nurse is wearing! Like she could do the Heimlich like that.”

House shushed her. “Don’t ruin this for me.I’m a spoiler virgin this week.”

I want to see this filmed. So badly.

Thank you...and you say that without looking at my funbags.

Love those lobes - no matter how tight the T-shirt.

Ah, yes, Lancet ran a cover story on the rise of the neurological...thingie last week.

Bwahahaha!

And picturing House using the phrase "Spoiler Virgin"? Priceless.

We all know smart people can get sucked into fandom. It has a name now. "Therapy Dog" Not bad for not being a real story, huh?

Great title, erika. Absolutely perfect.

“Dr. Foreman,” House said, “make sure Ms. Tyler gets the full neurological work-up doohickey, would you? It takes a doohickey to find a thingie. And tell Dr. Cameron to stop crying in the lab. She’s killing all the cultures and it’s kind of a buzz-kill.”

”Okay, Dr. House,” Foreman said, but as he walked away Jaye heard him mumble “Lost his damn mind. Cameron, your boyfriend wants us to work together now.”

“Can I get just a second?” Jaye asked. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Can you find it?”Foreman was kinder without the doctor getting on his nerves.

Jaye walked down the hallway, but got turned around and ended up passing some offices instead. As she passed Dr. Wilson’s, she heard a voice. “Hey, you!” She did a ten-second thing pretending she didn’t hear it but maybe it would get weird and aggressive if she didn’t respond. “Yes?” She approached the doorway.

“Over here, on the desk.”

The voice came from the photo of a much younger Wilson and a Labrador retriever. “Get close to his heart.” It said in a growly dog voice.

”Whose heart? Dr Wilson’s? I don’t even know Dr. Wilson.”

“Get close to his heart.”

”Oh, okay.” Jaye sighed. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

To her great embarrassment, as she was leaving his office, Dr. Wilson was coming in. Puzzled but pleasant, he said “Oh, hello...testing go okay?”

”So far. Yes.”

“Well, if you’re having second thoughts or anything, don’t. Dr. House is really brilliant.”

“You’ve been so cool about all of this. Please don’t hate me!” Thinking that would be easier if she was on drugs like Dr. House suspected, Jaye lay a big wet kiss on the startled oncologist. It was a nice kiss but even as she’d done it, she wondered if it was his heart she was getting next to.