yael2006:

Wilson: Yael - the old lady next to me - wants us to end up happily as grumpy old men sitting on a porch smoking pipes and overlooking our home-grown garden variety.

Yael: Well, well.

House: Great. What about Chase? Will he be there, too?

Wilson: Chase, as a fact, will never grow old. He’s Dorian Gray.

Yael: This sweet lad is wiser than his looks.

House: Damn. Wilson’s right.

yael2006:

Chase: Whoops… there goes the soap. But I’m not gonna bend over.

House: Oh yes, you will.

Chase: …

yael2006:

Chase: You’re sure you want me to wear these?

House: How uninspiring would that be. I want you to eat them.

yael2006:

House: Ready for letting your pretty mouth melt into my thirsty lips for an unforgettably passionate kiss?

Chase: Umm… no, actually.

House: You want more? Too bad Wilson is sick. People expect me to take care of him now instead of you.

Chase: Why can’t I be Wilson?

yael2006:

Wilson: I wonder if they gonna keep us mentally trapped like in a Sixth Sense-scenario or something. You know, being dead without realizing it.

House: Sounds like fun. But what if I can’t taste my yummy lollipop out there or enjoy my little wombat’s passionate love-making?

Foreman: Don’t pout, Chase. It must be Hilson in the end, but there’s still hope for the two of us.

Chase: Sixth sense? Me and Foreman? What the f***?

yael2006:

Chase: Everybody expects you to die… please don’t tell me it’s true.

House: Relax. I’m immortal, don’t you know?

Wilson: *Sniff* What about me? My fate seems to be sealed. Ok, I never liked the show, but this is too hard a punishment.

House: If you replace your lab coat with a trench coat, you can still do a prequel of Columbo.

yael2006:

Chase: Wait a second… I’m just about to be finished…

House: Well done. Daddy Blue Bunny looks almost as evil as me. But what happened to good ol’ passover? Wilson wouldn’t be pleased, oh no.

Chase: Passover? What the hell is passover? I thought we need the eggs…

yael2006:

Chase: Where are we? Why do I obviously have a bad hair day? And who on earth put you in that silly hat and shaved off your sexy beard?

House: Damn. I must’ve mixed up the button to Outer space with the one of the time travelling machine.

yael2006:

Chase: Whoa… what’s that? Colours are changing, and everything around me is getting unreal, including you. Or do I have blurred vision? What is this a symptom of?

House: Heading for Outer space. You’re not afraid, are you?

Chase: As a matter of fact, I am. What if I get lost on the way?

House: You can always ring home.

yael2006:

House: I wonder if you can outrun me on the ride to the moonlight.

Chase: What about your bum leg? The limping?

House: Oh, that was just a fake. Human beings are irritated by sheer perfection.

yael2006:

House: Geez! You got me. I’m too good for this world, so I’m gonna return to outer space asap and ride off into the moonlight. Human beings are too disrespectful for sensitive intelligent species.

Chase: Will you take me with you? I always believed in something bigger than this.

House: That’s my boy.

yael2006:

House: What’s with those puppy dog eyes of yours? Do I alienate you?

Chase: It seems that you are being alienated.

yael2006:

Chase: Me getting naked with a stranger? In your dream? That’s embarrassing, House. And ridiculous.

House: Yeah, sure is. Luckily, reality begs to differ.

yael2006:

Cameron: C’mon, Chase, don’t be a baby. I have much more to offer than House will ever have.

Chase: Whew… you have great hair.

House: Geez! I had a horrible dream! Chase was getting naked with some evil mysterious stranger.

yael2006:

Finally, after hours…

Chase: Do you think it’ll last between me and you? ‘cuz I don’t want it to break up.

House: If you go on like this, it’s gonna take all night. Who would I be to put an end to it?