yael2006:

House: She’s lying. My shoulders were the best part-… the second best part of my body to her. That’s what she kept telling me over and over again.

Wilson: Which was before she had been acquainted to my best parts.

House: Show-off.

yael2006:

Wilson: Well… uhm… you know, sometimes it’s hard to read you. You’re a pretty demanding, sensual woman… surprising, too. I’m not sure if I can be the man you want me to be.

Cuddy: You are, James. Women do not need excitement and fun in the first place. They need shoulders to lean on. Yours are definitely broader than House’s.

yael2006:

Wilson: House has taken Chase on a boating trip. What about you, honey? Would you like to sail the seven seas with me?

Cuddy: Of course I would. But only metaphorically. You don’t have to try to be like House in order to make me love you.

Wilson: She’s one of a woman. On the other hand, why do I have the feeling that she’s lying?

yael2006:

House: On a scale from 1 to 10, how good was I?

Chase: Eleven…?

House: Good boy.

yael2006:

The next morning awakens a new quality in House that even Wilson never noticed… he’s the master of the sea!

House: Who needs a bed when a sailing boat is much more fun? Besides, your cap suits my head much better than yours, don’t you think?

Chase (mumbling from unterneath the life vests): Hm… anything.

yael2006:

House: You have made up your mind, haven’t you? You’re serious about me and you moving in together.

Chase: ‘course I am. But I’d favour the bed. Call me conventional and whiny, but the floor’s way too hard to begin with.

House: Oh, you naughty, naughty boy. I like your way of dirty talk.

yael2006:

House: We got Wilson’s promise to be best man. Are you sure you want to live with me? I don’t take relationships for granted, I’m twice your age, I’m a miserable, cranky guy and above all, an addictive jerk and evil man.

Chase: That’s what they say about you. I don’t care. I know you can be all the things people don’t expect you to be.

House: I want to peel you out of that ridiculous cap and sweater and toss and turn ourselves all over the sheets of that cozy bed behind you.

Chase: There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s yours.

yael2006:

House: Chase wants to marry me.

Wilson: Good Lord! He proposed to you?

House: Kind of. The Aussie way. Really sweet, you know. You can be cheerleader at the wedding. Take this and do the funky chicken dance.

yael2006:

Chase: What if it was real? If I wanted it to be?

House: Then I couldn’t ride your skateboard. Ever seen a cripple do this?

Chase: If there’s something that I’ve learned from you it’s that you should never underestimate a handicapped person’s abilities.

House: You’re just too cute to be true.

yael2006:

House: No need to be upset. Even if I had jumped, I wouldn’t have hurt myself. The ground was just one step ahead of me.

Chase: Don’t do it again. It looked freakin’ real to me.

House: We live an illusion, stupid. How could anything of this be real?

yael2006:

House: Are you kidding me? I’m gonna jump off the balcony if you get a haircut.

Chase: Please don’t! I cancel the hairdresser’s appointment and do the dirty dishes myself.

yael2006:

House: Geez, Chase… you’re amazing. I feel like some damned happy and healthy human being again. Which also proves the pet scan of my leg. The femur muscle has restored completely.

Chase: I missed the manicure’s deadline, but it was worth it. I’m sorry I have to leave for good now. Hairdresser’s waiting. Will you please do the dishes?

yael2006:

House: C’mon, don’t be shy. Let’s take a bath together and sip some champagne.

Chase: Yeah… right. But not longer than two hours. I have set the alarm clock so I won’t be late for my manicure appointment.

House: Is it because of your untrimmed fingernails or the fact that I ordered a bigger bath tub that you’re not coming any closer to me?

yael2006:

Chase: He walks in beauty and a cane - most people think that he’s insane. But to me, he’s pure and jolly bliss which makes me glad to be all his.

House: Skip the cane-insane-part, and it’s perfect.

yael2006:

Chase: House would say I was a hypochondriac, but I feel feverish and ready to write pathetic poetry that will be absolutely embarrassing in a few year’s time. It’s awful and I can’t concentrate on anything else. Do you know which desease that could be a symptom of?

Wilson: It’s the notorious House vortex. No meds can save you, Chase. Take a break from him before it’s too late. Resignation could be another option.

Chase: Can’t you come up with a better idea? Both your options suck.