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House: She had a secret diary.
Wilson: Is there any other kind?
House: What're you doing?
Wilson: There's a sale on Liquid Tide.
House: If you're broke, I can lend you a tiny bit of the money I owe you.
Wilson: No, no, I wouldn't put you in that position. What does the diary say?
House: It's basically a list of her sexual encounters. Boys, girls, vibrating appliances.
Wilson: If it was, you'd be quoting, not summarizing.

Wilson: [deep voice, into phone] Any attempt to contact the FBI or other law enforcement agencies, or… Cuddy, will be met with…
[House busts inside. Wilson quickly stops the saw and speaks normally into the mouthpiece.]
Wilson: [into phone] …and a large Coke. No ice.
[He hangs up.]
House: Give it back.
Wilson: [innocently] What happened?
[House throws his head up in annoyance.]
Wilson: [melodramatic] Did someone… kidnap your guitar?
[House starts to look around the place.]
Wilson: Your twelve-thousand-dollar 1967 Flying V? Or something?
House: Where'd you hide it?
[Wilson holds up the newspaper to read it.]
Wilson: I am flattered you would consider me this bold and brilliant.
House: Yeah, it takes a cr…
[He stops, seeing pieces missing from Wilson's newspaper.]
House: It takes a criminal mastermind to pull off a heist from an unlocked, unguarded room down the hall. What do you want?
Wilson: [bright-eyed] Me? Nothing. But I'm sure the kidnapper wants what every kidnapper wants. To see you interview five to seven well-qualified fellowship candidates.
House: [stubborn] I don't need a team.
Wilson: You were bouncing ideas off a janitor.
House: [victorious] And solved the case!

House: [into phone] Did you ever see "Raid on Entebbe"?
Wilson: [into phone] Yeah, in the end, they released the hostages. How's that working for you?
House: [into phone] The Ugandans played fair. They didn't move the hostages on the Israelis.
Wilson: [into phone] Once again, I am in awe of the kidnapper's tactical brilliance.
[House switches on Wilson's TiVo.]
House: [into phone] What is "El Fuego Del Amor" and why do you need ten of them?
Wilson: [into phone, nervous] It's a Telenovela. I'm learning Spanish.
House: [into phone] Say adios.
Wilson: [into phone, panicked] Are you erasing my TiVo? [pleading] House, not the season finale!
House: [into phone, Bronson-like] I don't negotiate with terrorists. I smoke them out of their hidey-holes.
[Pretty safe to assume, as House fiddles with the remote, Wilson will have to hope and wait for reruns.]
Wilson: [into phone] Do you know what terrorists do when you don't negotiate? [threatening] They terrorize.
House: [into phone, challenging] Bring. It. On.

Wilson: [in mock-disgust] Oh… my… God.
[He throws the arm back into the box, repulsed, and pushes the box away.]
Wilson: This guy means business. Or guys. Could be, could be multiple… Could be multiple guys. Or a gal. Who knows? All I can say is, this reeks of boldness.
House: [staring him down] I am not hiring a team.
[He starts to walk outside.]
Wilson: You ever tighten a guitar string really, really slowly?
[House stops at the door.
Wilson: Past the point it can handle the strain? It makes this weird… sound.
[House stares daggers at Wilson.]
Wilson: Almost like a scream.
[Wilson starts making low guttural sounds, like nails on a chalkboard. House storms off.]
Alone, S4
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Date: 2017-01-07 03:08 am (UTC)The guitar sound was priceless. "Eeehheehhhheehhh..."
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Date: 2017-01-07 02:28 pm (UTC)Me, too.
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