"We're friends who treat each other like, like ... servants, or toys, or ... something."
"I think the word you want is 'shit.' Which you are also full of."
"What? House --"
"What do you call the part where you lie to the damn cops for me, you idiot? The part where you'd have gone to jail, or the part where I did let Chase stick electrodes in my brain? How about the part where you've always got a place to stay when the reigning Mrs. Wilson kicks you to the curb? Or that thing where I've got an alibi and can say I wasn't there when my patient hanged himself?"
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"Yeah. It never is."
Er, I don't know. I'm goofing around a little. And I need to go goof around with that Crow's Nest thing I'm working on, I think. Anyone who wants to pick this up, chop it up, slice dice or julienne it -- have fun.
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Date: 2009-05-29 06:00 pm (UTC)"I think the word you want is 'shit.' Which you are also full of."
"What? House --"
"What do you call the part where you lie to the damn cops for me, you idiot? The part where you'd have gone to jail, or the part where I did let Chase stick electrodes in my brain? How about the part where you've always got a place to stay when the reigning Mrs. Wilson kicks you to the curb? Or that thing where I've got an alibi and can say I wasn't there when my patient hanged himself?"
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"Yeah. It never is."
Er, I don't know. I'm goofing around a little. And I need to go goof around with that Crow's Nest thing I'm working on, I think. Anyone who wants to pick this up, chop it up, slice dice or julienne it -- have fun.