yael2006:

House: Christ, Chase. I’d be an idiot to let you go… you’re way beyond compare.

Chase: I’ve had a good teacher.

House: You’re kissing my ass. I never taught you such things. I would’ve ended up in jail long ago. But I can’t say I didn’t approve either. The ass kissing and the things. And the hickeys from your rosy lips on my grey temple.

yael2006:

Chase: Let’s give you a warmup first.

House: Hmmm… mmm… maybe if I squeeze my ball tight enough, I might be able to hold on to that tingling sensation for hours.

yael2006:

Chase: I’m sorry it turned out wrong being nice. It was all my fault. I put superhot chilli pepper onto the chicken when you went to the bathroom for a pee. I’m jealous by nature, I guess.

House: I shall punish you for that with some extra foreplay. Kiss you all over and eat you up from head to toe. Or vice versa, so I can listen to your stimulating begging noises.

yael2006:

Wilson: Mmmm… delicious. So crispy and crunchy and soft inside. Admit it. Chase was the cook. You can’t tell a microwave from a handbag.

House: Well, yes, sort of he was. You could do us a favor in return. How about the three of us getting dressed for a lavish steam bath after dinner? Steam baths are fun. I’m dying to meet your abdominal extensions. Chase, too.

Wilson: You’re still an ass. I’m leaving.

yael2006:

House: Since it’s Wilson who’s coming to dinner, I bought a frozen box with a traditional Jewish dish called spring chicken. Yummy and kosher, young and scary and spicy. Bit like you are, actually.

Chase: Am I just second best, then? He never asked me about my favourite dish.

yael2006:

House: Put on your fancy dress while I’m preparing dinner. We’re gonna have company tonight and eventually a threesome later on.

Chase: Change doesn’t hurt so much after all, does it?

House: Not yet.

yael2006:

Wilson: I can’t believe it. Not a single complaint about House on my patients’ list - in most cases, he seemed to have been not himself anymore. Mr. Grumpy Oldman even promised to send him an extra bonus next time. Whatever this means, House obviously didn’t screw with my patients.

Cuddy: Sign it and consider yourself lucky. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a next time.

Wilson: You’re right, Cuddles. As always.

yael2006:

House: Stay at home today. Make yourself comfortable on the couch with a book or with Cuddy. I take over. My bestest buddy deserves a little rest.

Wilson: House! What drugs are you on?

yael2006:

Cuddy: What’s wrong? You look extraordinarily confused.

Foreman: House has offered me some coffee. May I give it to you? I bet it’s poisoned.

yael2006:

House: Hm. Chase is young, but he’s also astonishingly experienced, he’s clever and has common sense. I may give it a try and be nice to my subordinates.

No sooner said than done…

House: Foreman. You prefer your coffee black and without sugar, right? Here, have a jumbo mug of my special house brand and tell me your thoughts, please.

Foreman: What the-…?

yael2006:

Chase: It’s a matter of point of view, really. Life outside Foreman’s locker sucks because you expect it to. There’s no need of being miserable if you change your attitude towards life.

House: Change is something I wouldn’t build castles on. People never change.

Chase: *Sigh* Somehow, I can relate to that.

yael2006:

Wilson: You look suspiciously happy and moreover pleased. Where the hell have you been?

House: In Mr. Lewis’s Wonderland with Chase and felt like the big ol’ almighty lion king.

Wilson: …who lost all his power in a fight with the White Witch.

House: I wonder if we’ve read the same book.

yael2006:

House: Hi, Wilson. I’m back.

Wilson: Go to jail. Embark directly there. If you pass Go, do not take $ 500.

House: As a matter of fact, I’ve already spent my time in an isolation room. Well, kind of.

yael2006:

Chase: Never ever thinking of friends you left behind? Wilson and… errm… your mom? Never missing your cozy appartment, pokergames, internet porns… and what about Rice Krispies? I sure do miss them.

House: Alright. You had me at my mom.

yael2006:

Nights on desert islands generally are sticky and sweaty…

Chase: Uh… uh, stop that… you don’t have to prove to me that you’re the master of postponing. But it’s not always for the better. We really should be going soon.

House: Buzz kill. I never was ready to believe in heaven until we got stranded here. Do you seriously want to destroy my illusion by telling me to stop believing and return to reality again?