House, Season 4

[Dr. House and Amber are sitting in an empty white bus.]

Dr. House:
You're dead.

Amber:
Everybody dies.

Dr. House:
Am I dead?

[Amber pauses and gives him a sly look.]

Amber:
Not yet.

Dr. House:
I should be.

Amber:
Why?

Dr. House:
Because life shouldn't be random. Because lonely, misanthropic drug addicts should die in bus crashes. Young do-gooders in love that get dragged out of their apartment in the middle of the night should walk away clean.

Amber:
Self-pity isn't like you.

Dr. House:
I'm branching out from self-loathing, self-destruction. [pause] Wilson is gonna hate me.

Amber:
You kinda deserve it.

Dr. House:
[pause] He's my best friend.

Amber:
I know. [whispers] What now?

Dr. House:
I could stay here with you.

Amber:
Get off the bus.

Dr. House:
[shakes head] I can't.

Amber:
Why not?

Dr. House:
Because... because it doesn't hurt here. I don't want to be in pain. I don't want to be miserable. [pause] And I don't want him to hate me.

Amber:
Well, you can't always get what you want.

[Amber raises her eyebrows in encouragement. Dr. House gives a nod and walks off the bus. Amber looks at the window, smiles and a white light slowly fades in, covering Amber and fades out.]