House M.D.2004

Dr. Gregory House:
[Wilson is at his desk in his office writing letters and putting them into envelopes. House enters the room] Wanna go throw stuff on people off the balcony? [Wilson ignores House] C'mon, mail can wait.

Dr. James Wilson:
I'm referring my patients to other oncologists. I'm shutting down my practice.

Dr. Gregory House:
Oh, good. I was afraid you'd overreact.

Dr. James Wilson:
[angry tone] I can't just ask my patients to wait because Dr. Cameron's boss won't let her come out and play!

Dr. Gregory House:
Kept you waiting for maybe an hour.

Dr. James Wilson:
[yells] 3 hours!

Dr. Gregory House:
Anybody die?

Dr. James Wilson:
Not this time!

Dr. Gregory House:
Well, Cameron's available now. Use her all you want. [sits on the couch]

Dr. James Wilson:
Oh, so now's a better time for me to have my life taken away if it fits into your schedule better?

Dr. Gregory House:
Oh, poor you. Think if you suffer loudly enough...

Dr. James Wilson:
[screams] YOU COMMITTED A CRIME!

Dr. Gregory House:
What do you want me to do? Turn myself in?

Dr. James Wilson:
YES! YES! Do something! Go in! Show some remorse! Tell Tritter you'll get some help!

Dr. Gregory House:
I don't need any help.

Dr. James Wilson:
House, get out of here. Get out of here.

Dr. Gregory House:
You're not gonna make me feel guilty about what Tritter's doing... to us. [gets up to leave]

Dr. James Wilson:
[laughs humorously] You already feel guilty. Your serious shoulder pain isn't coming from your cane, it's coming from your conscience, and that used to be enough. Despite all your smart-ass remarks, I knew you gave a damn. This time, you were either gonna help me through this or you weren't. I got my answer. [House leaves; Wilson continues his work]